Fusang was walking on the country road with a basket of wild vegetables on her back, humming folk songs as she headed home, with Feng Teng following closely behind her.
"Woman, I'm thirsty~"
Fusang threw the kettle back to him, but didn't look back. Hum, she was still angry, so don't try to get away with it.
Feng Teng took the kettle. After drinking most of the kettle, he still felt very irritable.
"Woman, what's wrong with you?"
Fusang jumped happily on the field ridge. When she walked to the edge of a field, she saw a familiar figure and shouted:
"Brother Xiao~"
Hearing the shout, the man raised his head, saw Fuso, and waved. Even though he was only wearing coarse linen clothes, he still lost his handsome temperament. Under the scorching sun, sweat dripped down his forehead, full of sunlight.
taste.
Fusang immediately ran close to him and sat on the edge, holding his cheeks with his hands and looking at Lu Xiao.
"Brother Xiao, why are you alone today? Where is Uncle Lu?"
"My dad had a cold recently, so I came alone. What about you, who is following you?" Every time he sees Fusang, Lu Xiao likes to touch her soft long hair, but that's not possible today.
In the field, my hands were covered with mud.
"Uncle Lu has a typhoid fever. I'll go see him that night!" Lu Xiao's house is very close to Fusang's house, which is separated by a small road.
Feng Teng, who had never been ignored by anyone, looked at the two chatting happily, and suddenly felt unbalanced in his heart.
"Woman, I'm hungry."
Fusang threw the bamboo basket to him. Feng Teng was puzzled at first, then looked down at the contents in the bamboo basket, and instantly realized that the damn woman still regarded herself as a sheep.
"I wonder if your second sister is bored at home alone." Feng Teng passed behind Fusang quietly, leaving these words quietly, and drifted into the distance.
Fusang jumped in fright, stood up suddenly, and ran away with Feng Teng. He kept turning back and waving to Lu Xiao.
"Brother Xiao, I will go to your house tonight."
Fusang's crisp voice floated in the sky above Lu Xiao. Then, Fusang discovered that Feng Teng was really a very stingy sheep and could actually hold grudges, and the scale of grudges was not small.
For example now,
"Little sheep, help me chop the firewood~"
"Little Yang, help me get the knife~"
"Little sheep, help me get some water~"
"Little sheep, help me resist the fish~"
"Little sheep~"
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Feng Teng ignored Fusang's words, but he just wanted to hang out in front of Fusang. Wherever Fusang went, he would go. But as soon as Fusang asked for help, he would raise his head 45 degrees and look up at the sky sadly, pretending to be thoughtful.
, can't hear anything.
Fusang almost lost his breath and kicked Feng Teng away, pretending, then go away and pretend.
Carrying the bucket, Fuso passed by the water tank where pearl clams were raised and found that the pearl clam had floated to the surface and kept spitting out bubbles.
"Eh~ It's so strange!" Fuso reached out and touched the pearl clam. The pearl clam immediately shrank to the bottom of the water, but it still opened and closed.
The sea primrose suddenly and silently approached the hibiscus,
"What are you looking at?"
"Second sister, this pearl clam is alive and seems to be very spiritual. Why don't we release it!" For some reason, Fusang always had a strange feeling when looking at this pearl clam.
"I want to take the pearl inside." Sea Primrose remembered what her father said. There must be a big pearl inside such a rare pearl clam. Pearls are natural beauty products. If there is such a big one used on the face, the skin will be damaged.