Yuan Yao stares at her eyes, and suddenly she has no bottom in her heart. Is it that she and Xia Ming Xiuzhen can't find a way to eat, making the old lady so hungry?

"Do you think there are any soft persimmons now?"

"..." persimmons don't ripen until late autumn, do they?

"Come on. I'll take it back so I can submerge it. It'll be delicious in a few days. "

As soon as yuanyao heard it, she was in a good mood. She knew that. It was just like canned food.

The pickled persimmon must be delicious.

"We're going now!"

Yuan Yao excitedly stood up from the stool and snatched a bun from the old lady's basket.

Under the glare of the old lady, she took a bite without hesitation.

“……”

Xia Mingxiu walked behind her, shaking his head helplessly, with a face full of indulgence and helplessness.

Aware that the old lady on one side was staring at him, he gave the old lady a sidelong look and nodded to her slightly.

The old lady pursed her lips, turned and left with her basket.

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On the way to the mountain stream, Xia Mingxiu looked at yuanyao, who was gnawing the steamed stuffed bun, and asked, "Why are you in a hurry to go back?"

Yuan Yao chewed the bun and sighed deeply.

"Oh, I just think that all this may be fate. Maybe I have no predestination with that play in my life. It was five years ago, and it will be five years later... "

"Yes? What a pity? "

"It's a pity, of course. But there's no way... "

Xia Mingxiu was silent for a while and said, "is it really just because he wants to comply with the destiny? Isn't it because of the old lady? "

Yuan Yao took a look at him and took a bite of steamed bun.

"Of course, it's because the steamed buns made by grandma are delicious!"

Xia Mingxiu pursed his lips slightly, and there was a little smile in his eyebrows.

It's hard for an awkward person to admit that he cares about others?

The old lady is also an awkward person. She likes yuanyao very much. She can't bear to let them go, but she is staring at her face every day. Her duplicity is almost the same as yuanyao.

Perhaps, it is because of the similarity that we can easily see through the old lady's most true thoughts.

One can imagine how lonely an old man who lives alone is.

As they walked, the road leading to the mountain stream was downhill, and it was getting steeper and steeper. The rocks were jagged. It was really terrible. Fortunately, there was a path less than 30 cm. Although it was still very steep, it looked much better.

Xia Mingxiu hugged yuanyao and walked down carefully.

Yuan Yao's legs trembled, half of her back leaning against Xia Mingxiu's chest, panting: "God, how did grandma get down here? It's so hard to walk! When you go back, you must tell her not to come here alone... "

Xia Mingxiu said with a smile:

"Don't worry, she's not as stupid as you are! Maybe it's because she can't get off herself that she will let us pick it! "

Yuan Yao had no words.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, even if Xia Mingxiu is around, she has just played several skis.

And I'm still young, if it's grandma's body bone!

If one falls down accidentally, where does it hurt? The valley is deserted. If she is alone, what

God, I can't even imagine!

Two people said, their feet have fallen in the mountain stream, there is a stream that I don't know where to come from, the sound of water clattering reverberates in the deep mountain stream, accompanied by the distant bird calls from time to time, mixed together, like a beautiful ensemble, the performer is the nature full of infinite vitality.