Chapter 337 : Silver Knight: Is this what I'm good at?
"Mom!" I wanted to protect the orange in my arms to the death. I was shocked and ran away quickly.
God! Isn’t this the only thing I’m good at? It’s not like you don’t know, so you won’t let me go
"Woof woof... woof woof..." "Stop, don't run..." Behind you, the sounds of people and dogs are getting closer and closer, only a fool would stop.
According to the light, I quickly ran out of the orchard, but the original position where Darius stood was obviously some distance from the route I took.
Darius didn't just wait there stupidly, because of the dog barking, he quickly rushed to my exit point.
In the first sentence of "Operation failed", I thought he would ask me if I was injured anywhere, but it turned out to be such a cold joke.
"Run away!" I put the oranges into the basket and quickly got on the back seat. Darius increased the speed and the bicycle wheels spun quickly.
I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, but when I saw the old man wearing a straw hat chasing us behind me, he seemed to be carrying something...
"Stop, stop, stop..." I was so anxious that I strangled Darius's neck and told him to stop the car quickly.
"Little...little...little girl..." I jumped out of the car. In front of me, an old fruit farmer ran out of breath. There were two dogs parked beside him, but the old man stopped them from barking.
"Old man, just "steal" them for me. I didn't mean to do it. When I was a kid, I would secretly steal dates from other people's homes even though I had them at home. I really want to do this again.
bad thing"
Before the old man could catch his breath, I started to defend myself endlessly.
I lowered my head in grievance, waiting for the old man to teach me a lesson
"Little girl, I want to say that the fruit of that big fat tree is not sweet, so I brought you a sweet one specially."
The old man’s honest words made me raise my head suddenly.
The old fruit farmer's healthy body is a bit dark. He is wearing a white vest with dirty bark chips on it. He must have just picked oranges. Under a bamboo straw hat is a simple farmer's face. He looks at it with a smile.
Follow me
The calloused old hand held a large bag of oranges and handed it to me.
It turns out that he had discovered me a long time ago and even went to pick sweet fruits for me.
Looking at the friendly old man, my throbbing heart slowly became sour.
"Thank you, uncle," I said with sore voice, and I took the bag of sedimented oranges.
"Haha... I'm a city dweller! I just like freshness and don't get in the way." The old man took off his dry straw hat, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened as he smiled.