On a midsummer day, even after the sun has set, the weather is still very hot.
The little boy looked down at the little girl squatting on the ground playing in the mud and asked with interest: "Hey, what are you doing?"
The little girl turned her back to him, as if she didn't hear him, and continued to work on her own things with her head down. Her long black hair was draped over her small shoulders, with a white hairband fluttering gently. Her off-white bubble skirt was stained with dark dirt, which was particularly conspicuous. But despite this, she still looked as white as an angel.
"Hey, what are you doing? Didn't you hear me asking you?" Seeing that she ignored him, the boy became a little angry. His handsome little face was full of anger, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his pair of bright big eyes seemed to be spewing sparks.
The girl suddenly turned her head and looked at him, put her finger to her lips and said "hush" softly, blinking innocently. At this moment, her young and delicate face was as pure as the sky.
In the evening when the sky was filled with colorful clouds, he felt that her eyes were brighter than the stars.
"What are you doing?" Seeing that she didn't answer, the boy asked again loudly, at the same time reaching out and grabbing the hairband on her hair domineeringly, with a smug smile on his face.
"Planting trees!" the girl answered with a smile, not caring at all that he rudely grabbed her hairband.
"Planting trees?"
"What tree? Is it a tree that grows?"
"Yes!" The girl blinked innocently, "Plant the seeds in the soil, and then the seeds will grow into big trees!"
"What kind of tree are you planting?" the boy asked again, pulling the hairband on the little girl's hair even harder.
"If you let go of my headband, I'll tell you!"
"good!"
It worked, and the boy let go of his hand, and the white hairband fluttered freely in the air, so beautiful that it was dazzling.
"Hey, I'm planting a cherry tree. In a few years it will grow very tall and big, and it will bloom very beautiful flowers, just like stars!"
"Then I want to plant too!" said the boy, and he squatted beside the little girl and started playing with mud.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face, creating a faint halo.
The girl was stunned for a moment, then she laughed foolishly: "You are so stupid, I have already planted it!"
"What?"
"You're so stupid! Haha..." The girl ran away laughing, the bells on her wrists jingling, and her white hairband fluttering .
That year, Ji Xingyan was 7 years old and Yin Xiaying was 5 years old.