The fire flows in the seventh month, and the clothes are given in the ninth month. The woman's heart is sad, and her son is gone.
"Are you in love with sister-in-law Ye Mingqiu?" Da Mingming asked Shu Xiaoshe.
"Stop talking nonsense, how old are you!" Shu Xiaoshe couldn't laugh or cry.
"I'm thirteen years old. Are you about the same age as Ye Mingqiu's sister-in-law?" Da Mingming said seriously.
"You are still a child at such a young age, don't spread these things randomly."
"What's the name of Ye Mingqiu's sister-in-law?"
"I don't know, you can ask yourself." Shu Xiaoshe felt that Da Mingming looked a bit like brown sugar.
"Did something happen to Ye Mingqiu's sister-in-law? I haven't seen her in the past few days." Da Mingming continued to use his sticky skills.
"How did I know?" Shu Xiaoshe realized that talking to this kid was a wrong decision.
"Yesterday I saw her wearing white clothes on the other side of the river. She looked very sad. I felt like she was going to cry."
"Ah!"
Purpose: Youth literature, pure love story