A tree of white plums, a pink coat, a plain hand to choose plums, hairpins in the hair, like a smile, sweetly showing fine teeth.

"You girl, you are really not ashamed, what do you look like an adult, hairpin!" A boy, about seven or eight years old, leaned ruffian against a dead tree, clasped his arms in his hands, and grinned.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Facing the child, she was a little panicked, and her eyes looked at the person in front of her.

The boy stepped forward disapprerovingly, and casually removed the flowers from the girl's hair, "I'm just a gangster in the market, this road is facing the sky, and it's not your family, can't you come here to blow the wind and enjoy the plums?" He played with the plum in his hand for a while, and then "clicked" and broke off.

"Wow......" As the crisp voice fell, the girl's delicate cry suddenly sounded in her ears.

The boy put away his ruffian, and he didn't know what to do, "Don't cry, I hate girls crying the most, I'll give you this back, don't cry, okay?" As he spoke, the boy handed over two flower branches that had been broken by himself, and a few fallen plums were lying in the palm of his hand.

She glanced at the flower in his hand, her moist eyes blinked, and the cry continued.

The boy scratched his hair, "Shall I pick you a new one?" But his words didn't work at all, "Then you say, how do you want me not to cry, girls are really squeamish!" Pouting, there was no way to take the tearful person in front of him, but he felt that her chuckling appearance was sweet, so he thought about teasing it, but he was teased and cried.

"Hmph, can you talk?" Instantly put away his cry, and asked the person in front of him with a pair of eyes, as if as long as he said no, the cry would continue.

"Man, of course you talk, let's say, how many white plums do you want?" With a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, waiting for the answer from the girl's mouth.

A touch of cunning crossed the girl's eyes, and she smiled again, "You broke my plum blossoms, I want lotus flowers, if you can find lotus flowers, I will forgive you, otherwise, I will tell my father that there is a thug who bullies me!" She clearly had a difficult mind, but he agreed.

"Hey, what's your name, if you don't come back, I'll find someone to pester you!" Looking at the boy who had run two or three steps, the girl's immature voice sounded behind him.

"Liu is ill, you wait, I will definitely find you the lotus!"

Without waiting for the girl to answer, he had run away, stopped at a lotus pond, and did not see a lotus floating on the water for a long time, secretly blamed himself for being too stupid, how did he agree to the little girl, in desperation, he had to lie on the edge of the pond, pull a piece of residual lotus, and then quickly return to the plum tree, at this time, the sky was already dark, with apprehension, with the residual lotus and arrived, only to see the girl with an older person than her left figure, hazy, vaguely heard the person call her "Ajun".