"Huh...wait and see" Pei Yan turned around angrily and strode into the crowd. I could clearly see the domineering look in his sharp eyes.
"Goodbye, brother and sister." The middle-aged mother breathed a sigh of relief and pulled the little princess to catch up with Pei Yan.
"Goodbye Pei Bing" I made a face at the cute little princess, and I shook my head helplessly.
two cute guys
"Yan Yeyi, can you be more tolerant? He is just a child. What are you fooling around with?"
Looking at Yan Yeyi, whose anger was still simmering, I wanted to laugh, but I suppressed my laughter and rolled my eyes at him.
"You can do anything, but you can't." Yan Yeyi seemed to be really angry. He said something unhappily and walked back to the old man in annoyance.
He was so bright and bright a second ago, but now he is almost forgotten next to that bad old man.
After looking at him, I held a lot of small windmills and ran to the end of the street, then turned back to the street.
"Sir, your girlfriend is so cute, give her a windmill! Because love is like a windmill, if you have it, give it what it wants! Bring a small windmill and let it see the beauty of your love.
Unparalleled century!"
"Well, miss, don't you think just because of this little windmill, your store is very special and novel?"
"Grandpa and grandma, when you were little, did you also make windmills out of bamboo shells? Buy one to remember it!"
In the commercial street where people are passing by, a busy little figure actively talks to every passerby about the one-dollar thing. The initial group of children gradually expands the scope.
Soon, the racks of small windmills spread from here to every corner. The breeze blew through, turning each blade, adding a strange color to this sunless afternoon.
"Oh yeah!" Holding the last blue windmill in my hand, my sense of accomplishment kept flowing out of my heart like a cup overflowing with water.
The last one, I should be able to ask grandpa to give it to me. After all... I have always been a good person, but I still can't break the rule of "there is no free lunch in the world"
"Little sister, brother, I also want to buy a windmill, how about it?" My excited steps were stopped by a provocative voice.
I turned my head and looked at several young people with malicious intentions beside me, six of them.
All of them are dressed like those stupid Shamuts, with colorful tights wrapping their fat, thick legs like big rice dumplings.