Chapter 207： The little girl picking persimmons

It is not the first time that Tang Qianyan has been confessed by a man.

But it should be the first time to be so tactful and unexpected.

She rested her head with one hand and looked at the night sky outside the window with a peaceful expression.

The overlapping feet moved slightly unconsciously, which seemed very comfortable.

Before she knew it, she closed her eyelids and fell asleep.

Dreams, floating in from the window—

In the scorching summer, the breeze in the mountains rushed through the inside and out of the temple.

The 13-year-old girl is braving the scorching sun to climb tenaciously on a two-story persimmon tree, and the breeze can't remove the thick sweat on her forehead.

She carried a bamboo basket on her back, with five big ripe persimmons in it.

This persimmon tree has been around for a long time, and the fruit it bears is big and round. This month, every persimmon is almost red ripe, and many of them have fallen to the ground and smashed.

Don’t peck a lot of the top one. Don’t let the sparrows and other birds peck a lot.

So she had to climb to the top, and she had to climb to the edge of the branches to pick it.

The master generally wouldn't let her pick it, so she came here secretly this time.

Fortunately, this tree is in a remote location, and there is only a yard for the guests next door, and most people can't get here.

Originally, she wasn't very greedy for the persimmon fruit, but she had taken too much medicine, but now her mouth was dry and she wanted to eat something sweet.

She immediately thought of the persimmons here, and without telling him, she came to pick them.

When the picking is done, I will take it to the mountain spring water to chill one or two, then take it out, take a bite, it is tender, juicy and icy.

The branches of this tree are relatively fragile. She walked happily at every step. She hooked the stretched branches with the loop she made, picked a few ripe persimmons, and then gently put them in the basket. in.

"Oh, why are you climbing so high, come down!"

Suddenly an anxious voice came from the yard next door.

Qianmiao lowered his head and saw Uncle Yu under the courtyard wall. He opened his hands as if worried that she would suddenly fall.

Qian Miao picked a persimmon, and his delicate voice passed on: "It's okay uncle, I can't fall."

"Oh, a girl, don't climb so high, you want to eat fruit, come down quickly, uncle will make you a clip.

"The tongs are easy to rot the persimmons. The tree doesn't have many persimmons, and it takes a long time to pick it faster than I can pick it myself. Don't worry, I will go down soon."

After she finished, she put a few persimmons back, lowered her head and smiled at the man below.

At this moment, she saw Lao Yu Second's pale face, pointing behind her, her arms trembling.

"Don't, don't move! There is a snake hanging from behind your ear!"

However, it was too late after all, Qian Miao turned his head to look at it long ago when he was pointing to the back.

At that moment, she only saw the snake head straight up like a spoon, staring at her spitting out apricots.

Reflexively, Qian Miao sideways to avoid the attack of the snake!

Without checking, the moment his left foot stepped empty, the branch he was climbing on was also broken with a crisp sound.

The wind blew in her ears, and in less than two seconds, she quickly fell from the tree.

Bang bang bang!

The persimmons in the basket fell on the ground and rotted into mud.

But she was steadily caught by someone and survived.

She opened her eyes and saw the man's slightly raised apple, his skin was white.