The trees should be green, the sky should be blue, and the clouds should be white.

But at this time, everything seems to be covered with an old pale yellow, as if it has been forcibly added with that retro beauty filter.

"Brother, brother!" A five- or six-year-old little bean jumped out of the forest path, stood on tiptoe, hugged the legs of the young man in the red robe, tilted his head, and his immature voice was as cheerful as a fledgling, "Are you going outside again?" ”

The indigo-robed boy was like a trick, and took out a small colorful windmill from behind him: "Do you like it?" ”

"I like it!" The little girl reached for it, but the boy deliberately raised his hand holding the windmill a little higher; She jumped up to reach it, and the naughty brother simply raised his hand above his head

Mr. Bai Repays the Favor Every Day Chapter 36 · The old dream is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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