flower picker gl

In late spring and March, the New Year's festivities in the city have not yet faded away, and the streets are bustling with people, peddlers selling cosmetics and flowers accompany each other, and the smiles on their faces show the prosperity of the business.The wicker by the lake flutters with the wind, and the mirror-like round lake reflects the scenery on the shore. There are green trees and red flowers everywhere, and the scenery is excellent.

On a small path outside the city, a little donkey was walking forward humming, its head being pulled by the man who led the donkey and shaking its head.It looks rather pitiful.

"Little thief, if this donkey is gone, we will have to walk." Seemingly unable to stand the little man's rude behavior, the beauty on the donkey's back stroked her cuff with a soft voice, even though All the makeup on her face was wiped off, but she couldn't hide her magnificence. Even if she only listened to the voice, the soul of the donkey-leading person was hooked, and the hand holding the rope couldn't help shaking.As expected of the No. 1 talented woman in the capital, not to mention how talented she is, this appearance has already attracted the souls of many men.

This is the first flower picked by the thief, it is very delicate, it was snatched by the thief from someone's new house, I don't know that the first son of the capital turned around and found that the bride in the new house was replaced by a man, What would be the reaction.

"Pooh--"

Spitting out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, the little thief threw the rope leading the donkey angrily, and shouted, "You, what do you know, this donkey has been with my master for more than three months and hasn't run away. I didn't know how many times I was whipped by the young master that time, it didn't matter, don't talk nonsense!"

The little thief's figure is not as tall as the beauty's, with a shriveled body and wicked eyebrows, maybe he is angry now, his eyes are round and round, and half of the beard above his lips is raised, maybe he feels uncomfortable. The thief turned his back to the beauty again, stretched out his hand and secretly pasted the raised beard, and coughed a few times.

The little thief finished yelling, but the beauty didn't speak, the little thief couldn't bear to look back, the beauty was covering her face with her cuffs, her shoulders shrugged, as if she was crying, she was so anxious Little thief, what can I do if this beauty is made to cry?

The beautiful scenery along this road is not easy to appreciate. After all, this is the first flower picked by the thief, but it is not easy to damage it. His eyes swept over the side of the road. The thief randomly picked a wild flower and threw it on the ground In the arms of the beauty, I cleared my throat, "Don't cry, if you cry again, I will sell you to the brothel, you are so delicate and tender, you will be tortured if you go in."

As soon as the words came out, the little thief wanted to slap himself in the face. Didn't this scare people even more, but seeing the beauty hang her head and say nothing, the little thief couldn't apologize, so he had to take the donkey's rope again and walk slowly The donkey pulled him away, "As long as you are obedient, the young master won't do anything to you..."

The little thief's ears turned red when he said this, and the beauty picked up the wild flower thrown by the little thief, took off the handle and pinned it to her hair, the corners of her mouth were raised, her eyebrows were slender, and her black hair was covered with black hair. She can't hide her demeanor, she doesn't look like she's ever cried.

It's just that it's interesting to see this little thief, and the mustache is quite funny because it's half off, so I can't help laughing, but I don't want to be mistaken by the little thief for crying.

The beauty was in a better mood, and she yelled at the little thief who was obviously gentler with the donkey, "Thank you little thief, the flowers are beautiful."

The little thief turned around and wanted to yell back, but the charming look in the beauty's phoenix eyes made the little thief look away quickly, the base of his ears turned red again, and his heart was beating loudly, thinking that this is indeed The roots of troubles.

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