This little girl has willow eyebrows and an oval face. Although her skin color is a bit darker because she has not been retouched, her appearance is the best among these little girls.
And judging from where she stood, she should have the highest position among these little girls.
"Then what do you think of Mr. Mu?" The girl in the middle stared at you and asked.
Su Qingluan's head was filled with questions. What kind of problem was this?
The series of inexplicable questions made her patience run out. She said angrily: "I'm not familiar with it, I'm going back." She just wanted to go home now.
Compared to these little girls, the naughty little brother at home has become cuter.
Su Qingluan originally thought that if she took a step back, the other party would stop pestering her, but she never thought that one or two of the people on the other side would be unhappy.
"What, what is she being arrogant about?"
"Is she looking down on Mr. Mu?"
"It's just because I look better..."
Su Qingluan didn't pay attention to the other words, but the last sentence made her eyes light up.
She looked at Liu'er who said this and asked, "Am I so beautiful?"
Due to the industrial standards of this era, Su Qingluan's family did have bronze mirrors, but they were blurry and not very smooth.
Every time she wanted to take a selfie in the mirror, Su Qingluan felt like she was looking at a vague version of a funny mirror, so so far, she didn't have a particularly accurate grasp of her specific appearance.
So when she heard others say she was beautiful, even if it was mentioned in a less than pleasant tone, she felt elated - there was nothing she could do about it, how could she be regarded as a beauty-controller?
Seeing Su Qingluan's eyes suddenly glowing as he lost his impatience, the little girls across from him were startled. Liu'er, in particular, took a step back: "Is it possible that your brain is...sick?"
Su Qingluan rolled her eyes: "Please, who doesn't want to be beautiful? For example, this sister," she looked at the little girl in the middle, "is so beautiful that I can't help but look at it at a glance. Just take a few more glances, Mr. Mu will be the first to notice you among the crowd."
She complimented her casually with the mentality of a red little girl. She never expected that the little girl would blush with embarrassment after hearing her words, and her domineering posture would weaken.
Su Qingluan said in her heart: She is indeed a little girl, thin-skinned. Being complimented like this casually made me feel embarrassed.
Still... quite cute?
On the other hand, the others were not happy, and they all said things like, "What's wrong with us?" "I'm not bad at looking either."
Su Qingluan said quickly: "Of course, appearance is not the only criterion for people to be liked. Don't they all say that men like gentle and gentle women?"
"Speaking of gentleness..." Liu'er looked at the person next to her, "Chunhua is the gentlest among us..."
"Obviously my character is more likable, my whole family..."
Yes, we started fighting again.
Back and forth, Su Qingluan praised this one and then that one, making them all feel happy.
The little girls no longer made things difficult for her, but started comparing each other to see who was prettier, who had a better temperament, and who was more lovable.
While several little girls were blushing because of the argument, Su Qingluan quietly walked around them and ran half a mile along the river. Looking back, he saw that they had turned into a few small black dots in the distance. Take a breath.
Fortunately, these little girls are simple-minded. To put it bluntly, they are easy to fool.
Just a few words can make several little girls have a desire to compare, and it can also be seen that these people have the mentality of children and don't have any big ambitions.
But Su Qingluan was also glad that it was because of this that she could escape easily.
As for whether these little girls will have any bad consequences due to this quarrel - I'm sorry that she is not their father and mother. This kind of thing is a dead Taoist friend rather than a poor Taoist, so she can get out of it on her own.
Su Qingluan was originally a little surprised by Mu Xingzhi's popularity among young girls in the village.
But when she went home all the way, after paying close attention to the appearance of the young people who were similar to Mu Xingzhi, she felt that it was no wonder.
Indeed, Mu Xingzhi's appearance is not outstanding - not to mention, if he shaved off his beard and looked at his appearance alone, his father, a handsome middle-aged man, could compare to Mu Xingzhi's delicate face.
What's more, Mu Xingzhi is not good at walking and has a pale complexion. He should be relatively weak and not as tall and strong as many young people who farm and hunt all day long.
But just sitting in a wheelchair, he has a reassuring demeanor, as if a mountain is collapsing in front of you. As long as he is there, there is no need to panic and the power to soothe people's hearts.
Especially those lacquered eyes, when she looked over with a smile, Su Qingluan had to admit that even if she had no intention of having any unnecessary fantasies about a man from the feudal era, for a moment she seemed to be taken away by that gaze. .
Maybe this is the so-called temperamental man, Su Qingluan thought about random thoughts casually, and the door of his home was already in front of him.
As soon as Su Qingluan raised his head, his sister was squatting beside the firewood gate outside the yard, squatting on the ground with a branch and writing and drawing.
Hearing the footsteps, the little girl raised her head, then grinned and revealed a row of white teeth: "Sister, you are finally back!"
Su Xueyan was about to stand up, but her body swayed, and she sat down on her butt. She flattened her mouth in grievance: "Sister, my legs are numb from waiting for you..."
Su Qingluan immediately surrendered to the Mengmeng forces, walked over quickly, hugged her sister in her arms, and shook the fish basket in her hand: "Xueyan, look, my sister caught fish for you again!"
This time, the little girl didn't wrinkle her nose when she heard the word "fish" like before. Instead, she lay down on the edge of the fish basket and looked inside expectantly, then pinched her little nose in disgust:
"Raw fish still smells so bad!" the little girl said angrily.
Su Qingluan helped her sister stand up straight, and touched her little head: "It won't stink when it's done!" Then she tilted her head and looked at the ground, "What is Xue Yan writing?"
"I'm writing the calligraphy my sister taught me!" Su Xueyan pointed to the ground.
Su Qingluan was shocked when he saw it.
In fact, she said she was teaching her two children how to read, but more importantly, she was teaching her younger brother Su Xuanhe - after all, in her opinion, her sister was only over three years old and less than four years old.
At this age in modern times, even just entering kindergarten, it is far from the level of learning to read.
But Su Xueyan clearly wrote her traditional Chinese name on the ground - although it was crooked and the stroke order seemed to be wrong - this was very, very rare for a child under four years old.
Su Qingluan looked at the words "Su Xueyan" on the ground for a moment, and made up his mind.
