"Hurry up, Brother Qianye, pick a bigger one for me.”
" Brother Qianye, I want that one and that one."
"Hey, Ito, that's the one I like.”
"No, I said it first.”
"It's mine! Mine!"
"Bang! Bang!"
"Ah! It hurts!"
"It hurts!"
"You two idiots, keep your voices down. If Uncle Tanaka finds out, we'll all be scolded.”
"That's right. Shut up, the two of you."
“.......”
In a small fruit forest in a village, five little ghosts that looked like they were only four or five years old were chatting non-stop under a fruit tree.
From time to time, he would 'carefully' observe his surroundings, then raise his head to look at the boy on the tree expectantly.
There was a boy picking fruits on the tree. He looked a little older than the five of them, about five or six years old.
He had short black hair, a porcelain doll-like face full of colloid, and a pair of bright black eyes. He looked extremely cute. He believed that when he grew up, he would be as handsome as all the readers.
Brother Qianye, are you done?"
A robust little boy asked anxiously.
"Alright, alright, you guys continue.”
Qian Ye carefully plucked the fruits and tried not to break the branches of the fruit tree as he threw them down one by one.
The five little boys under the tree immediately lifted their shirts and caught it happily and contentedly.
"Stomp!"
Seeing that it was about time, Qian Ye nimbly climbed down from the tree like a civet cat and patted the dust off his body.
"Brother Qianye, pluck a little more."
"Don't be so unsatisfied. This is enough for us to eat. Besides, if we pick too much, Uncle Tanaka will find out.”
" Yes, Brother Qianye is right."
Under Qian Ye's lead, the six sneaky little boys 'skillfully' ran out of the orchard.
What they didn't know was that a middle-aged man with a face full of stubble walked out from behind a big tree in the orchard. He looked at their backs as they left and shook his head dotingly and helplessly.
"Hey, hey, you little brats went to steal the Tanaka family's fruits again?”
"Hey-"
"Slow down and be careful."
When the people in the village saw Qianye and the other kids, they all teased them kindly. Yiteng and the others even turned around and made faces at them before quickly running away.
The villagers smiled warmly, as if they were used to it.
"These fruits are for you. I'll leave first.”
After running out of the village, Qian Ye took two fruits and waved at Yiteng and the others.
"Brother Qianye, are you going jogging again?”
A little kid with a runny nose stared at Qian Ye with blinking eyes.
"I was cultivating. You won't understand even if I tell you. I'll leave first. You guys go home early.”
Qian Ye rubbed the little ghost's head and ran away.
"Cultivating isn't fun at all.”
"Yes, yes. I don't know why Brother Qianye keeps cultivating. It's so tiring.”
"Let's go play crossing the bridge…"
"Alright…Sure..."
The five little ghosts ate the fruits sweetly while discussing what they were going to play later.
After Qian Ye finished eating the two fruits, he began to run around the village seriously.
Although the village he lived in was not big, with only a few dozen households, it was still about five thousand meters in circumference.
It was not an easy task for a child who was only five or six years old.
However!
Qian Ye's pace wasn't slow at all. He finished half of the run in less than ten minutes.
His face was only slightly ruddy, his breathing was smooth, and he did not sweat. It was obvious that his physical strength was very good.
After running two laps, Qian Ye continued to frog-jump around the village.
Occasionally, the villagers who passed by would not disturb him. Ever since Qian Ye was three years old, he had been persisting until now. They were already used to it.
In the evening, Qian Ye, who was drenched in sweat and exhausted, walked home.
She could smell the fragrance of food even before she entered the house. It seemed that her mother had already prepared dinner.
Smelling the stench of sweat on his body, Qian Ye smiled bitterly. He was going to be scolded again.
Qian Ye had just taken off her shoes at the entrance when her ear was lifted by a cold and soft finger.
"Ah... It hurt…It hurts. Sister, let go of me quickly."
Qian Ye's cute little face twisted into a ball as he looked at the beautiful girl in front of him bitterly.
The girl looked about ten years old and was a head taller than Qian Ye. Her eyes were bright and her skin was white. It could be predicted that in a few years, she would definitely be a beauty.
"You came back dirty again. Did you cultivate for another day?”
The girl frowned and shouted fiercely, but her eyes could not help but show heartache.
"No, no, Sis, I just cultivated for a bit today. I was playing with Ito and Yamada.”
Qianye looked at his sister pitifully. His eyes were red, and he couldn't bear to blame her.
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