He was very suspicious: "Where can such a good job be found?"
"You come with me to pick herbs, and I'll calculate your wages."
Andre's jaw almost dropped. What kind of fun is this?
She said confidently: "Andre, you are a grown man who has never made a penny with your own hands, so why don't you want to give it a try?"
"Forget it, do you think this prince is not as good as you at work?"
"Then let's go."
There were more wild flowers than herbs on the hillside, and Andre was having a great time. Suddenly, a basket full of herbs was handed to him: "Andre, hold it for me."
"Why should I help you get it?"
"I'll calculate your wages."
Andre reluctantly took the basket and carried it on his back. It was the first time in his life that he had done such a job. It was novel and enjoyable. The two of them walked down the mountain under the long shadow of the setting sun.
After washing his hands in a clear water, Andre looked at the sunset and felt a little melancholy: "Fangfei, I have to leave."
She was also slightly melancholy. During her days here, he was the only friend, and she only saw this side very occasionally. She said goodbye here, and she didn’t know when we would see each other again. But she smiled and said: "You can go. I will wait until the day you get married.
, maybe I will come to see you."
"Are you really going to come?"
"Yes. I will pick more herbs and sell them for more money, otherwise I won't be able to buy gifts."
"Okay, Fangfei, I'm waiting for your gift."
The two said goodbye, and Andre was about to leave when he saw a man wearing a bamboo hat sitting in the shadow of the flowers in front of him. It was a row of open-air chairs specially made by Fang Fei, specifically for patients who came to seek medical treatment to rest, because Fang Fei
I'm often absent because I'm afraid they'll be waiting for a long time.
This man was sitting with his back turned and wearing a bamboo hat, so only his back could be seen.
"Fangfei, a patient is here. Ha, you can make money again. I'm still waiting for your gift."
Fang Fei was naturally very happy when she saw someone coming to seek medical treatment. She ignored Andre and ran down the hillside towards the visitor, speaking softly: "Sir, are you sick yourself or are you seeking medical treatment for someone else?"
The bamboo hat was lifted, revealing a cold face, with a long sword hanging on his waist. His powerful hand was pressed on the sword, and the joints were intertwined, glowing with anger.