Finally, all the flowers in the basket were sold, or in other words, they were all forcibly sent out by me. Shu Jiong
There were not many people in the park. I sat quietly in an empty corner, put the empty flower basket aside, put my hands on my legs, and was in a daze.
It was the evening, and the setting sun sprinkled down with the lazy paving of spring, and the evening breeze was a little bit cold, causing the petals on the ground to sprinkle up, and after circling a few times in the air, it slowly fell to the ground and fell into silence.
There are probably four or five couples who broke up with this kind of clumsy rhetoric on this day, and many of them directly applied the god of "Hey, this brother, didn’t I see you playing with a beautiful big brother last time?" Lines.
Qu He was right. To Fu Tianchen, I had a decisive attitude early on: if you are not an adult, you will become a god.
That's why it's like this, dying struggle again and again.
Looking down at my palm, the lines are still vague and difficult to distinguish, which seems to indicate that from birth to death, I will be a bumpy groping that I can't see the way forward.
I watched attentively for a while, and didn't even notice when a ball rolled by my feet, until a crisp voice sounded, I suddenly raised my head.
"Sister, can you throw the ball over?"
He was a little boy who was only five or six years old. He was lovely and lovely. Seeing me looking up at him, there was a big smile on his face, which made the evening spring light shine.
I bent down to pick up the white ball, thought about it, got up and walked in front of him, leaned forward and laughed:
"If you praise your sister for being beautiful, your sister will return this to you."
The little boy tilted his head to think for a moment. I guess he was comparing telling the truth or getting the ball back. Without urging, he straightened up and waited for him to answer.
"Actually..." He raised his head, with two lovely blushes floating on his little face, "My sister is really beautiful."
I was startled, a little bit dumbfounded, and pointed his forehead, handed over the ball in my hand, and taught earnestly:
"Children are still cute to tell the truth. Don't lie just to get back something that belongs to you, you know?"
Maybe my expression was too serious. He was frightened for a while, but he stared at me with wide eyes, and suddenly grabbed the ball, turned and ran away, running back and waving at me:
"My mother taught me not to lie since I was a kid, goodbye, pretty sister!"
"Zhen Xiaozhu, are you not confident enough or inferior?" After a long time, Qu He walked out of the side path, put his hands in his pockets leisurely, and asked casually.
I hope that those who read the article can maintain a good mood. (*^__^*)