Chapter 20

When Ye Xiaoxue was a child, she often picked lotus roots in the lotus pond to make lotus root powder, and sold them at the entrance of the village without going to the city.

In the summer, when the lychees and longan mangoes are ripe, she is the happiest, because her adoptive father, Zhang Pingcheng, will let her carry the lychees and longan in a flat basket and sell them on the urban-rural avenue that connects the city and the countryside.

The money she earns is hers, and she can use it for her studies, for shoes and dresses. Stepfather Zhang Pingcheng never cares where the flowers are.

Because of the magic, lychees are still hanging all over the mountains this autumn, like torches in the bright sunshine.

Ellen put on the "Zhangjia Lychee Garden Work Clothes" that she hadn't worn for a long time, a white I-shaped vest that exposed her small armpits.

Even after becoming a world-renowned star scholar, Ellen is still a hard-working "little bee" in this orchard, not afraid of being dirty or tired at all.

The light little body climbs up and down the lychee tree, picking the lychee with precision.

As long as there is a fiery red lychee, even if it is a lychee tree tip seven or eight meters high, Ellen still dares to walk and climb, like a dancer on a tightrope.

Sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on Ellen's face, and Ellen was sweating profusely and wiped her sweat with a towel, looking up at the sun hanging high in the sky through the gaps in the green leaves.

She loves this uneventful life.

No matter which magnificent century-old theater in Europe is, and how many masters there are on the stage, she always feels that it is better to sit on the patio with her brother and father.

Her father loves her the most, and the sweet and greasy wild honey belongs to her every year, and no matter how much money she sells, it is her tuition.

If it weren't for jars of honey and baskets of lychees, longans and mangoes, there would be no "masterpieces of God" and starry sky scholar Ellen Chang.

In the future, she will definitely return to the orchard and will not stay in Europe. With so much honey, the lychee father who is all over the mountains can't be busy alone.

......

Zhang He's beloved van was already full of lychees and was seriously overloaded.

The van broke down today, and although it couldn't run, Zhang He still didn't give up on it and pulled it forward with a rope.

I used my own cattle as a horse and used my car as a "board car".

Zhang He loves his minivan deeply, even if the bread disintegrates, Zhang He will not let it go easily.

He would not allow it to be lazy, after all, hard-working children are the most endearing.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Zhang He, who was leading his beloved van, remembered the past picture of himself grazing cattle in the field and strolling on the prairie.

"Put a song on the blue sky. Zhang He turned around and shouted, looking at the van as if he was looking at his friend.

In the van, which was tortured for a long time and was on the verge of collapse, the singing voice of a hoarse middle-aged man came out, and the sound was human.

But Zhang He is good at this.

If the sound wasn't hoarse that day, and the sound quality was perfect, he punched it and let Baby Bread restore the total loss sound quality he loved so much.

He did not allow anyone to spoil the vicissitudes of his beloved little bread, the husky "singing voice".

The little bread is bitter in her heart, how can she put such a perverted master on the table, and torture it again and again, as if it will never end.

Even if one day its engine is scrapped and all four wheels blow out.

With the character of this owner, it is estimated that he will still not let it go, and will still let it be filled with goods and use it as a cargo box.

"Ah Bao, we're good friends, aren't we? Zhang He patted the iron shell of the van.

The van was bitter in his heart, and he dared not speak out.

"Don't speak, do you have an opinion about me?" Zhang He patted again.

Zhang He knew that the van would not answer him, and he could not answer, and it was his habit to talk to himself to animals and plants that could not speak, because he was always alone before.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, the four wheels of the van rotated slowly, blowing across the fields, and the autumn wind that suppressed the rice was blowing on Zhang He.

"Find, find, find a friend, find a good friend~~. ”

He found his good friend Mi Ran Chun in his childhood, and after Mi Ran Chun appeared, Ellen came to him, and Xiao Feng came to him.

That year, the three of them lit up his life.

In terms of figure, facial features, and personality, they all have a charming and unique beauty.

Young Master Mi is a cunning little vixen who likes to play pranks in front of him, but in front of outsiders, he is a quiet, knowledgeable, and steady young master.

Master Mi likes to sit on his shoulder when he is alone with him, helping him to act as a "knight" driven by a robot. If you don't give him a shoulder, he will lose his temper, and if he doesn't eat or drink, he has to hold and coax him for at least five or six minutes.

Xiao Feng is quiet and knowledgeable, he has never seen her face angry, and he has never seen her have an argument with others.

She only smiled a little when she was in front of him and her father.

Gentle as water, like the wisps of the south of the Yangtze River, falling obliquely into the drizzle under the eaves.

Ellen is good at everything, the smartest and hardest working little bee, but she doesn't like to eat fat.

He was lucky enough to meet them, and they left a picture of his childhood in different styles, but they were all extremely warm and happy.

......

The long road of urban and rural areas is flanked by endless fields.

When the dry autumn wind blows, the waist-deep ears of rice on the boundless fields will move with the wind like golden waves, swaying left and right, wave after wave, which is extremely spectacular.

Golden light sprinkled from the edge of the clouds and sprinkled on the field beside Zhang He.

The beams of light and the shadows of the clouds on the ground change with the white clouds, and they have a calming and graceful charm.

The world is vast, and Zhang He wants to fly up to the clouds with his beloved bread.

It's not that he hasn't done anything that he hasn't done with the little bread in the clouds, and once I don't know if the little bread was frightened after going to the sky, and the engine that was originally good couldn't catch fire after it landed.

Zhang He, who loved the bread deeply, was very sad, and then flew to a higher altitude of 10,000 meters with the bread, and after landing, the bread was as he wished.

This made Zhang He firmly believe that he could not be gentle, and he must let Xiao Bread face his fear.

......

At the end of the urban and rural avenue, Zhang He met little Christine, who had been waiting for him.

Little Christine stood in the sun, the gust of wind blowing her long rose blonde hair and skirt from the passing cars.

Zhang He gave little Christine money and let him go shopping to buy what he wanted, and he hoped that Christine would enjoy her youth and live a carefree life like the fourteen-year-old girls in Ningcheng.

Zhang He gave a lot of money, but little Christine only bought a cup.

For some reason, Liao Poppy, who came to Ningcheng, stood beside little Christine.

She leans back to an off-road vehicle, wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a broad-brimmed hat in a rustic style, and wears a literary floral dress that is diametrically opposed to her usual dressing style.

It's not as seductive as usual, and it goes well with the clouds and sky high in late autumn and the endless golden fields.

has switched from a sexy goblin on weekdays to an intellectual, literary little royal sister.

"It's broken again? Do you want a tow truck. ”

"No, at this moment, the scenery is just right. Zhang He dragged his beloved bun on, and Christine hurriedly followed.

With a third person present, Kristen is easily shy.

Christine buried half of her face in a red scarf.

The long pink blonde hair hangs on the back and falls down to the buttocks, but it can't cover the beautiful buttocks that are tightly wrapped in jeans and have the most mature and moist peach silhouette.

The corners of her eyes were narrow and long, her charming and flowing clear and watery eyes were half-narrowed, and she walked silently beside Zhang He without speaking.

The wind ruffled her long rose-blond hair, which was as beautiful as silk and shiny in the sun.

"~~~ You like the salty smell of the sea breeze and stepping on the wet sand grains~~~"

Little Christine hummed a song about mermaids in Matilla's dialect.

She sang to her heart's content, and the waves of wheat swayed in the wind.

Christine's smile is cheerful and carefree.

She laughed, and Zhang He laughed too.

He is relieved that little Christine did not become a girl with a dark heart and hatred of the world because of her childhood experience.

"~~" Little Christine walked quickly in front of Zhang He, raised her arms in the dry autumn wind, stood on tiptoe, and her round buttocks looked even more upright.

She spun around lightly, her long rose-blond hair messy in the wind, sweeping the tip of Zhang He's nose.

It seems that he can walk with Zhang He under this blue sky and white clouds.

Walk on the avenue surrounded by golden fields, and blow the cool autumn breeze of a foreign country side by side.

She's the happiest girl in the world.

At this moment, they have no quarrel with the world.

The beauty of this world, everything belongs to them.

The autumn air is crisp, the sky is high and the clouds are light, Christine takes a deep breath, and her bulging chest is raised.

The fresh autumn breeze blowing through the wheat waves made her feel that her whole person had become pure.

"Poof. Zhang He quickly kissed little Christine on the cheek.

Little Christine took a step back and looked at Zhang He aggrievedly, her reddened little face was buried deeper, and the crystal water in her eyes seemed to be about to turn into tears.

She felt that the parts that had been kissed by men in the morning were all hot, and the crispy numbness was endless, converging somewhere, tugging at her heartstrings, making her legs feel slightly weak.

She didn't dare to take off her scarf because her neck had an ambiguous kiss mark left by a man.

She knew that she shouldn't always satisfy him casually, she should hang him, and it was best to indulge in it.

But when she thought of a certain picture she saw in his memory scroll, she instantly softened.

The man loved his mother dearly, and every day he would look at the notebook his mother had left him.

The words that make her soft-hearted are what men saw in quotations in their childhood.

That night, after the little boy who had not made a friend finished his homework, he opened his mother's notebook under the dim gas lamp.

"Wu'er, I like, the girl who really loves you will always be gentle with you. ”

......

Christine knows too well how to make a man fall in love with her, even if she loses her current look, her current figure, and her current mana.

The man has always grown up according to the words written in his mother's notebook, and behaved according to the words written in the notebook.

Including how to love someone, too.

He was afraid that he would be disobedient, that his notebook would disappear, and that his mother would not want to go home again after knowing that he was disobedient, and that he would not want him as a son.

“......”

That day she learned that men were actually very fragile, not as resolute as she thought.

In the boundless, reflecting the seven stars of the sea of stars.

She saw the man kneeling on the central island of Qixing Zicuo, with his spine bent, tears streaming down his face, unable to support his body and the spiritual pillar of faith that collapsed and shattered in an instant.

That night, he was fragile and not like an archmage at all, just like a crybaby who had been touched in a sore spot, his heart was vulnerable, and he cried in front of his mother how wronged he was.

Holding the notebook, tears flowed down his face and sobbed.

Full of hot blood and cold, he hurriedly wiped away the tears when they dripped on his mother's notebook, for fear of blurring a word on it.

The man did not hate, and he never hated his mother from beginning to end.

He is still willing to grow up according to his mother's words and love everyone around him who is worthy of love.

He actually knew it a long time ago, no matter how obedient he was, his mother who went far, far away would not appear on the day he got married.