Before the story fully unfolds, I think I should introduce myself.

I, Holly Wood, a member of the original crowd, inherited the orchard left by my parents at the foot of the northernmost mountain in Aoki City. Behind the orchard is the continuous Qingyun Mountain, an undeveloped, very primitive subtropical monsoon forest.

In front of the orchard is a big house with blue bricks and red tiles, and that is my home.

The nearest place to my house is a suburban village opposite, about 200 meters away. Fifty meters from my house is a bus stop that goes straight to the city, and the traffic is quite convenient.

Six years ago, my parents went to the orchard to pick fruit and never came back. After that, I dropped out of school to inherit the family business, supported myself, and let my old sister continue her studies, and now I am in my third year of high school. Speaking of which, I still think that I am as great as Zhanhui, but there is no TV station to interview me.

Brother is low-key.

As the old god said, there is really a banyan tree in my backyard.

This banyan tree is huge, I don't know how old it is, and it takes five or six children to hold it hand in hand.

Its leaves are slightly different from those of the average banyan tree, which seems to be more delicate and rounded, and the trunk and branches are clean and smooth. For this reason, I remember my father once said that this tree may not be a banyan tree, but I just can't tell what kind of tree it is.

When I was a child, my sister and I used to climb this tree to play, but when we grew up, we rarely did it, except that I occasionally climbed up the tree in the dead of night and sat in a daze.

When I got home in the evening, I immediately climbed up the tree and found a familiar trunk to sit down and think.

Should you bite this tree like a second b as Zao Wou-Ki said?

It's really perverted!

Although I am a person who believes in Marxism, but in case, if there is really any monster cultivator, if I am really the demon king that Zao Wou-Ki said, then will I be hanged?

I suspected that it was a TV show, that Zao Wou-Ki and the girl named Lu Qi had been invited to do the show, and that there were hidden cameras everywhere around me.

However, if ......

"Alas~ Rong Dada, I'm going to be sorry for you today, let me take a bite!"

After deciding, I sat on the trunk of the tree instead. The trunk was still clean, and I lowered my head and opened my mouth to really bite into the trunk.

After biting down for a moment, I felt the tree seem to tremble slightly. Probably just an illusion, I didn't think much of it.

Old man Zhao said that he would bite all the time until at least one o'clock in the morning, and it was only half past eleven now. After biting for a long time, I slowly became a little sleepy, closed my eyes, and bit the banyan tree in a daze.

Like a fool, I should have been treated.

............

That summer, early in the morning, in the backyard of my house, a youkai broke into my life.

No, I should say that a lot of youkai and a lot of strange people broke into my life. Midori is one of them, but it's a very important one.

That day, I didn't mess with anyone, and as usual, I woke up at five o'clock in the morning. After washing, I took a few plastic boxes and a pair of scissors to the orchard in the backyard to pick fruit.

I felt like I hadn't woken up yet, and I felt very sleepy, as if I had forgotten something.

By six o'clock in the morning, the sky was already bright, and the orchard was covered with milky white mist.

I've picked a few boxes of fruit and carried the first five boxes into the dilapidated van parked on the side of my house. And as I finally walked to the van with a box of lychees with morning nectar, I suddenly heard some familiar voices in the backyard.

The sound of water, the sound of machines rubbing. I usually make this sound when I use a water pump in the backyard.

But the strange thing is that I am the only one in the family, and the nearest neighbor is also a village 200 meters away and a suburban resident 300 meters away.

In confusion, I didn't even put down the box of lychees in my hand, so I turned a corner and came to the backyard. When I saw what was going on, I was stunned for a moment.

That morning, the sun shone softly on the backyard and fruit grove, and the white mist was misty, like a fairyland.

On the stone floor of the backyard, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl wearing a long dress made of green leaves and rattan squatted under the water pump, happily shaking the water pump with her slender snow-white hand. The water flowed out and poured over the girl's head. Water flowed from her head, over her delicate cheeks, over her fair neck, into the leafy sundress, without shoes, from her little toes to the stone slabs.

She squinted her eyes and opened her mouth, happily receiving the moisture of the cold water. It is like a small tree, which exudes full of green vitality after being irrigated by clear water.

"Hmm~" The girl made a pleasant sound.

I don't think I've woken up yet, so it's no wonder I'm so sleepy. I picked the fruit for an hour, and when I woke up, I had to pick it again.

But,I don't remember that I'm a Lolita.,How did I dream of not a bewitching mature woman but such a little girl with little ups and downs in some places?

I have a habit of chattering on a twig or plant stem when I'm fine, and I like the natural taste.

And now, the little branch I was chattering on had unconsciously fallen from my open mouth and landed at my feet.

The girl who was happily rocking the pump finally noticed that I was less than five or six meters away from her. She stopped all movement and looked at me with wide, clear eyes, just as I looked at her blankly, and she stared at me blankly.

At fourteen and five seconds, I felt like I was in a different dimensional world from reality, and this was the world of just me and the girl in front of me.

It wasn't until 14:05 a.m., when I unconsciously let go of my hands, that the plastic crate full of fruit slammed into my feet, and I returned to the real-world orbit.

For the first three and eleven seconds, I didn't feel anything, so I could safely think that I was really dreaming.

But the pain that came up from my feet when I was 3:11 seconds late made my face distort in an instant, and at the same time made me realize one thing: I was not dreaming!

"Wow, yes, yes!"

I rolled on the ground with my injured feet in my arms, and the pain made me cry out to my mom sadly.

The girl in green also seemed to feel my pain, and showed a painful expression. But soon, as if she remembered something, she stood up restrainedly, lowered her head, put her hands in the east and west, and finally put it in front of her and pinched the green leaf skirt. It's like a maid waiting for her master's orders.

I got up from the ground in a state of confusion, my clothes were dirty, and I couldn't stand on my feet.

That's when I looked at the girl seriously. In one sentence: beautiful and refined, simple and natural. Especially the skirt made of green leaves and rattan and the black hair that was knee-length. I don't know where I bought the skirt or how long my hair hasn't been cut, but the combination of the various parts is very natural and beautiful.

I had never seen this girl, nor had I heard of such a beautiful girl in the opposite village. That fair skin and delicate body are not what those wild girls can have.

After a while, seeing that the girl did not speak, I had to break the strange atmosphere and say to her with a pain in my feet: "You...... Where did it come from?"

The girl's shoulders trembled, looked up at me and lowered her head again, "Wow, wow, wow." "

"What?"

"Wow, wow, wow. "

The girl repeated it again, but I still didn't understand what she was saying, but then it dawned on me: she was dumb?

Cautiously afraid of hurting the girl, I asked, "You can't speak?"

The girl looked at me with a confused expression, as if she didn't understand why I said that, but finally nodded.

I asked again, "Are you lost?"

Shake one’s head.

"What are you doing here?"

Speaking of this, the girl smiled and pointed to the pump next to her, and shook the pump handle a few times. Water flowed out of the pump and poured over her white instep.

......

Honestly, there's nothing wrong with this girl being beautiful, but is there an inverse correlation between beauty and intelligence? I haven't forgotten what happened to her just now when she wet her whole body with a water pump.

"I ask you, what is thirty-six plus forty-two?"

The girl was stunned, and did not play with the water pump, but spread ten fingers in front of her and began to count. Soon she crouched down and wrote two numbers on the ground with her fingers.

I didn't notice what she wrote, for my attention was drawn to the spring light peeking out from under the leafy sundress as she bent over to write.

Looking down from my position and height, coupled with my super eyesight, the situation inside the girl can be seen at a glance.

"This girl is not wearing underwear?!"

I'm not guilty, I'm not a pervert, I'm not lolicon!

I hurriedly turned my head to look at my big house of blue bricks and red tiles, and the weakness in my heart made me dare not look at the girl again.

When the girl finished writing, she stood up and looked at me with some smugness. Then I looked at the ground, and saw that the stone slab had 84 written in clear water.

I frowned, why shouldn't 36+42 be equal to 88?

I did the math again, and it came to 96.

Count again, 74?!

Well, I admit that I haven't graduated from junior high school yet, and my math score in my last exam seems to be 25.

At least then it seems that the answer is between 74 and 96, and the girl's answer is also correct in the broad sense of the word......

I didn't delve into some details. Because I had a strange dream last night, I didn't sleep well, I got up late in the morning, and I'm still in a hurry to make a delivery.

Since this girl's IQ is still enough, let her go. When she gets tired of playing here, she should go home by herself.

I picked up the box of lychees on the ground and walked over to the girl. The girl was a little nervous about me, but she didn't seem to be afraid of me. As I approached her, she lowered her head and rubbed her leafy skirt with her hands.

"Here you go. I picked up a handful of fresh lychees and put them in front of her hands.

The girl took it in a daze, looking at me with big clear eyes, as if she didn't understand what I was doing with it.

"If you want to eat any fruit, you can pick it in the woods, but be careful not to get lost. "

After saying that, I walked to the van with a box of lychees, walked a few steps and couldn't help it, turned to the girl and said, "You're not too small, don't run around without underwear." "

Seeing her confused look, I don't know if she understood. I turned the corner and came to the van, put the box of lychees with the rest of the fruit, but closed the back of the car and got into the driver's seat to drive.

As the old bread snorted a few times, the car started moving. I drove to the front of the big house, got on the gravel road, got on the road, and then drove towards the city.

Glancing in the rearview mirror, I saw the girl in green running from the backyard to the front of the house, staring blankly at my car as it drove farther and farther.

I felt like something was missing, and I felt as if I had forgotten something.

It wasn't until the car drove up to the door of the fruit shop at my destination that I remembered it in surprise.

"Where's the big banyan tree in my backyard?!"