Chapter 0 If I lose, I will marry you
The spacious and magnificent banquet hall was filled with guests, all dressed in gorgeous clothes, chatting and laughing with their glasses of wine. A little girl in a red dress and a red wide-brimmed hat frowned as she stared at the beautiful woman holding her hand and the two men opposite her who were smiling attentively.
The little girl's facial features were as delicate and pure as an angel's, and her fair skin was flawless. She looked somewhat similar to the woman holding her hand. It was obvious that she would be as beautiful and charming as that woman when she grew up. Her eyebrows were getting tighter and tighter, and she was obviously getting more and more impatient.
At this time, the intermittent sound of harmonica could be heard from outside the hall. The little girl was startled, broke free from the woman's hand, and ran towards the direction of the harmonica. The red skirt fluttered in the air like a dancing butterfly.
"Baby, don't run too far!" The woman turned around and warned, continuing to talk to the two men. The little girl ran out of the hotel, turning her head in confusion. The silver moonlight fell, and the sweet-scented osmanthus planted in the flower bed exuded a refreshing fragrance. A little boy about six or seven years old sat by the flower bed, half-closed his eyes, playing the harmonica as if no one was around. The low sound of the harmonica echoed in the hazy moonlight, as if telling an ancient and distant story.
The little boy was wearing a simple white dress that glowed in the night. His flawless face was as white and smooth as porcelain, and his short black hair was as smooth and shiny as silk. Fireflies lingered around him, flashing like naughty elves.
The little girl was completely stunned, standing at the door of the hotel, her eyes wide open, staring at the little boy. He was so handsome... He was just like the prince she saw in fairy tales!
The little boy seemed to feel her burning gaze, put down his harmonica and raised his head. Suddenly, a pair of black eyes met the little girl's gaze, and those eyes were as dazzling as the North Star in the night.
He suddenly frowned his long eyebrows, pulled the corners of his mouth with disgust and said: "Who are you? Your saliva is disgusting." His voice was as clear as the gurgling spring water flowing in the mountain stream, and it was so pleasant that it was impossible to tell the gender of the person.
"You are disgusting! You are such a nuisance." The little girl was so angry at his words that flames danced in her beautiful pupils. She bit her lower lip hard, and her cheeks bulged. No one had ever said such excessive words to her. She had always been held in the palm of everyone's hand and carefully cared for.
The little boy ignored her, turned his back to her and played the harmonica. The little girl got angry, rushed to him, put her hands on her hips and glared at him fiercely, saying loudly: "I want to challenge . If you lose, you have to give me the harmonica in your hand!"
The harmonica stopped abruptly, and the little boy looked up in astonishment, finally taking a serious look at the girl who never stopped talking. This was the first time a girl had challenged him since he was born!
He frowned and looked at the little girl. She was pretty. She had long curly chestnut hair, big brown eyes, and fair skin. She looked like a pretty doll. All the pretty girls he knew were timid and cried all the time, but the girl in front of him was so special. There was a stubborn light in her big eyes, and her pouty red lips were unyielding.
It was so interesting! The little boy smiled with interest: "What if you lose?" The little girl felt that he looked down on her and became even angrier. Without saying a word, she rushed over and knocked the little boy to the ground.
"If I lose, I will marry you!" She looked at the little boy, stared into his eyes and said confidently. She had traveled long distances with her parents since she was a child, and had experienced wind and rain, and had gone through many trials and tribulations. She could often snatch bananas from the monkeys, and she didn't care about such a delicate little boy at all.
But what happened next was totally unexpected to her. Just when she was distracted, the little boy under her suddenly turned around and pressed her down , looking at her smugly with a smile on his face: "You lose!"
"No! It's not over yet!" The little girl struggled hard, but he was so strong that she couldn't move at all. She was so angry that her eyes widened, her face flushed red, and a tear as big as a bean rolled down from her eye socket.
The little boy's heart moved and he loosened his hand unconsciously.
"Baby! We're home!" A woman walked out of the hotel and waved to the little girl.
The little girl pushed the little boy away and snatched the harmonica from his hand. By the time the little boy realized what was happening, she had already run to the woman.
As clever as a monkey. The little boy sighed helplessly and got up from the ground.
The little girl raised the harmonica in her hand and looked at him proudly, "I'm going home! If you want the harmonica back, come and challenge me! I'll give it back if you win! My home is at No. 19 Binjiang Avenue..."
The little boy couldn't help laughing and said with a grin, "I like gentle girls. Crying Little Red Riding Hood, I'll come find !"
"I'm not crying!" The little girl turned her head away unhappily, but immediately turned back and asked, "What was the name of the song you just played?"
"Rainbow smile." The little boy answered with a smile that sparkled like a star.
"Okay! Then after I learn to play 'Rainbow Smile', you must come to me!" the little girl said loudly, staring at him straight, as if she was afraid that he would go back on his word.
"Yeah." The little boy put his hands in his trouser pockets and raised a proud smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Baby, let's go!" The woman pulled the little girl away. The little girl turned her head from time to time, watching the white figure getting smaller and smaller... smaller and smaller until it disappeared.
Little prince, when I learn it, you must come to me...
