At this time, the middle-aged lady also withdrew her hand, looked at Gu Mingzhu coldly, and sneered: "You are in a group with him?" ”

"I don't know her." Gu Mingzhu said softly, looking at the middle-aged lady with a cold gaze, and then swept her eyes at the little girl in front of her.

"I'm telling you not to meddle today." The middle-aged lady said unrelentingly, with a threatening tone in her tone.

There was a thick disdain in that tone.

Gu Mingzhu, who was standing aside just now, also listened to a rough idea, and also knew the whole process of the matter, she lowered her eyes and looked at the little girl with a timid face, squatted down and asked softly: "Little girl, are you selling persimmons alone?" ”

"Hmm." The little girl looked timid and said in a low voice.

"This little girl is asking for a price all over the world, this persimmon should have been a penny, but she didn't ask for a penny for a penny." The middle-aged lady glared at the little girl with cold eyes.

The little girl's anxious eyes were red, and she said with a look of grievance: "This persimmon is very delicious, and the five-pattern money is not expensive." ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged lady couldn't help but get angry again, she glared at the little girl angrily and scolded angrily: "Listen to your little girl, you will lie." ”

At this time, Gu Mingzhu stood up, and said in a cold voice: "This persimmon five-pattern money is not expensive at all, if you don't want to buy it, you can go." ”

Suddenly the middle-aged lady was angry: "At a glance, you know that you are in the same group." ”

And Gu Mingzhu's expression was calm, and her cold eyes swept at the middle-aged lady and said disdainfully: "You keep saying that persimmons are expensive, so why don't you buy them, why have you been arguing with this little girl here?" ”

"She's just selling expensive, can't you let me talk about it?" The middle-aged lady scolded angrily, glaring at Gu Mingzhu with cold eyes.

"To put it bluntly, don't you want to buy this persimmon too?" Gu Mingzhu's eyes were as clear as water, as if he could see through people's hearts, and he hooked his lips and sneered, "You also know in your heart whether this persimmon is delicious or not." ”

"You ......" The middle-aged lady's eyes flashed with weakness, and she was so choked that she couldn't say a word.

But Gu Mingzhu looked at the middle-aged lady with a cold expression, and sneered: "Auntie, you also want to buy some persimmons to go back, right?" ”

Suddenly, the middle-aged lady said angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about, this persimmon is bitter and unpalatable, I don't want it." ”

After saying this, she slipped into the crowd like a thief.

Seeing this, the people around them also felt bored and dispersed one after another.

The little girl curled up behind the grass frame with a timid face, and looked at Gu Mingzhu cautiously with wide eyes.

Gu Mingzhu's heart softened when she looked panicked and pitiful, she squatted down and whispered softly to the little girl: "Don't be afraid, my sister will help you beat the bad guys away." ”

The little girl raised her little face in fear, stared directly at Gu Mingzhu, and said timidly, "Thank you, sister." ”

She blinked a pair of dark eyes, stretched out her hand to take out a big and good persimmon from the grass frame, handed it to Gu Mingzhu, and said in a low voice, "Sister eat." ”

Hearing this, a gentle smile appeared on Gu Mingzhu's delicate cheeks, took the persimmon, and said softly: "You have bought this frame of persimmon sister." ”

The little girl's eyes were filled with tears, and she said with a touched face: "Thank you, sister." ”

She stretched out her little hand towards Gu Mingzhu and said, "My sister will pay three pennies to buy persimmons." ”

"Okay, my sister will listen to you." Gu Mingzhu stretched out her hand and gently brushed the little girl's simple little face, and instructed Qiao'er behind her to take the silver.

Then she handed a piece of silver to the little girl, and earnestly instructed, "Be sure to take it." ”

"Hmm." The little girl looked like she was no more than ten years old, nodded obediently, and smiled sweetly at Gu Mingzhu.

The warm smile shook Gu Mingzhu's eyes, and she asked softly, "Little sister, why are you selling things alone?" ”

The little girl's eyes darkened, and she said in a low voice: "My mother is sick, and the persimmon tree at home has produced a lot of persimmons, so I will sell them alone." ”

Hearing this, Gu Mingzhu looked at the little girl sympathetically, and comforted softly: "Then are there persimmons on your persimmon tree?" ”

"Sister, there are a lot of persimmons on my persimmon tree." The little girl replied excitedly, with an innocent and harmless look on her delicate cheeks.

Hearing this, Gu Mingzhu said softly: "Then will you take me to your house to have a look?" ”

"Okay." The little girl said ignorantly, happily carrying the silver in her bosom, and bouncing forward.

"Miss, what are you doing?" Qiao'er looked dissatisfied, she frowned and looked at the basket of green persimmons, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"You go with Miss Ben to see." Gu Mingzhu ordered in a deep voice, not giving Qiao'er a chance to explain, she followed behind the little girl with broken steps.

At this time, the little girl walked ahead, and after turning a few alleys, she came to a dilapidated house.

The little girl pushed the door open and chuckled, "This is my house, sister, come in." ”

Gu Mingzhu stepped into the house with broken steps, and watched the little girl take out the white steamed buns she bought and walked happily into the house.

"Mother, do you think my Ling'er bought you something delicious?" Ling'er handed the white steamed bun in her hand to the woman lying on the bed.

With a haggard look on her face, the woman stretched out her hand and gently brushed Ling'er's hair, and said softly, "Where did you get the steamed buns?" ”

"Mother, there is a good sister who bought all the persimmons sold by Ling'er." Ling'er said happily, stuffing the white steamed bun into the woman's hand, "Mother, you can eat." ”

Hearing this, a light smile appeared on the woman's haggard expression, and she asked softly, "Have you eaten Ling'er?" ”

"Ling'er has eaten it, mother, you can eat it." Ling'er said as she stuffed the steamed bun into her wife's hand.

Listening to the conversation in the room, Gu Mingzhu stepped into the wing room with broken steps, and raised her eyes to look at the warm scene in front of her.

Ling'er was so filial when she was only about ten years old, which made Gu Mingzhu couldn't help but be moved, her eyes flashed slightly, and she turned around and walked out.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Ling'er walked out and looked at Gu Mingzhu's face was wrong, and she asked worriedly.

Hearing this, Gu Mingzhu smiled happily, took in the emotion in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Ling'er, you just said that you still have persimmon trees at home?" ”

"Sister, my persimmon tree is in the backyard, I'll take you to see it." Ling'er stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of the backyard and whispered.

Hearing this, Gu Mingzhu smiled lightly and said, "Okay." She followed Ling'er in broken steps, walking in the direction of the backyard.

As soon as he arrived in the backyard, Gu Mingzhu raised his head and saw a tall tree, the branches on which were full of cyan persimmons.

Gu Mingzhu raised his head and looked at the dazzling array of persimmons in front of him, and asked softly, "Ling'er, do you plan to sell all these persimmons?" ”