The lights were not turned on in the living room, and as night fell, the light dimmed.
The surroundings were so quiet that the sound of embroidery needles falling could be heard. Feng Yan opened his eyes and looked at the dark night, and the appearance of a cute girl appeared in front of him.
It was a children's ancient poetry recitation competition sponsored by GS in City K. Outside the venue, a little girl wearing a white princess dress and wearing a pink makeup bumped into him and stepped on his feet.
Her innocent smile on her face, her big eyes were like two gems, and her skin was pink and tender, making people unable to help but want to pinch it after seeing it.
Before he could react, the little girl had already squatted down and wiped the dirty upper with the small handkerchief in her hand.
"Brother, are you also participating in the recitation competition?" The little girl stood up, her smile as pure as a cute elf.
"No." He was very unhappy at the time because the little girl did not apologize for her behavior.
"Little brother, my name is He Ningyan, I came with my mother, where are you?" The little girl seemed to be familiar with her. She didn't care about her cold face, but she was still talking with a smile, "I want to recite it from Fan Zhongyan, the Northern Song Dynasty, whom I want to recite.
I recited the lyrics "Su Muzhe" well, and I must be the first place."
He looked disdainful, who would care about this?
He is not a contest, the contest is sponsored by his family, so he should avoid suspicion.
"Come with me."
The little girl pulled him away, and he was reluctant, but strangely he didn't object. Then, he became a background board, looking at the girl with confidence and pride on her back.
"The sky is blue, the yellow leaves are in the ground. The autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are green and cold smoke is green. The mountains reflect the setting sun and the sky is connected to the water. The grass is ruthless, and it is even outside the setting sun. The soul of the countryside is dark, and I miss the journey. Every night, I will leave my dreams to sleep.
.Don’t lean on the high moon tower alone, wine enters the sorrowful heart, and turns into tears of lovesickness.”
Her reciting was full of emotion, and he was also immersed in his memory as he listened.
"You should tell me your name after listening to my recitation!" The little girl pretended to be an old-fashioned adult with her hands on her back.
"You bumped into me, did you apologize?"
"Oh!" she covered her mouth, giggled, and then apologized generously to him, "I'm sorry, little brother."
After she said that, she folded up the handkerchief she had been holding in her hand and put it into the small silver bag she was carrying.
"It's dirty." He kindly reminded.
"You can't throw it around if it's dirty, and you can take it home and wash it clean. My little brother, I have to learn to care for the environment since I was a child. I am a good boy, but I'm obedient. I won't throw garbage... Oh! I'm leaving.
I saw my mother talking to Aunt Li and ran over to get some breath. My mother is going to look for me everywhere later. Goodbye..."
After she said that, she ran away. He followed and shouted, "He Ningyan, my name is Feng Yan."
He always felt that he was nervous at that time and he would have chased him so childishly.
The little girl turned around and stopped. She took out the handkerchief from her little bag and took out a colored pen: "I can write the word "wind" and stretch out my hand..."
She spread her handkerchief on his palm, and there was a small piece of earth-colored stain on it, but it didn't prevent her from writing the word "Wind" on it.
"Brother, you write another word, I won't."
He thought her behavior was very childish. In fact, he was also a child, but he was a boy from the Feng family, so his personality seemed much more mature than his peers.