His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 207 The little girl who picks persimmons

It's not the first time that Tang Qianmiao has been confessed by a man.

But it should be the first time to be so tactful and unexpected.

She rested her head with one hand and looked at the night sky outside the skylight with a peaceful expression.

The folded feet moved slightly unconsciously, which seemed very comfortable.

Before she knew it, she closed her eyelids and fell asleep.

Dreams, floating in from the skylight—

On a hot summer day, the breeze in the mountains slowly swept the inside and outside of the temple.

The thirteen-year-old girl was stubbornly climbing a two-story persimmon tree in the scorching sun, and the breeze could not blow away the thick beads of sweat on her forehead.

She was carrying a small bamboo basket with five large ripe persimmons in it.

This persimmon tree is very old, and the fruit it bears is big and round. This month, every persimmon is almost red when ripe, and many have fallen to the ground and smashed.

Do not peck a lot of birds such as sparrows on the top one, and there are not many left to pick.

So she had to climb to the top, and she had to climb to the edge of the branch to pick it.

Master usually doesn't allow them to pick them, so this time she came secretly.

Fortunately, this tree is located in a remote location, and there is only a yard for hospitality next door, and ordinary people cannot come here.

Originally, she was not very greedy for this persimmon fruit, but Dabai, who was injured, took too much medicine these days. Today, she suddenly said that her mouth was dry and she wanted to eat something sweet.

She immediately thought of the persimmons here, and came to pick them without telling him.

After picking, take it to the mountain spring water to chill for an hour or two, then take it out and take a bite, it is tender, juicy and cool.

The branches of this tree are relatively fragile. She took every step carefully, hooking the outstretched branches with the ferrule she made, picking a few persimmons that were ripe and soft, and then gently put them in the basket .

"Oh, how did you climb so high, come down quickly!"

Suddenly there was an anxious voice from the yard next door.

Qian Mi lowered her head and saw Uncle Yu under the courtyard wall. He opened his hands, as if worried that she would suddenly fall.

Qian Miao picked a persimmon, and her delicate voice continued: "It's okay, uncle, I can't fall."

"Oh, don't climb so high for a girl, you want to eat fruit, come down quickly, uncle will make you a clip."

"The clip is easy to rot the persimmons. There are not many persimmons on this tree, and it's been a long time. It's not as fast as picking it myself. Don't worry, I'll go down soon."

After she finished speaking, she put a few persimmons in the back, lowered her head and smiled at the man below.

At this moment, she saw Lao Yusian's pale face, pointing behind her, her arms were shaking.

"Don't, don't move! There's a snake hanging behind your ear!"

However, it was too late to say this after all, Qian Miao turned his head to look when he pointed to the back.

At that moment, all she saw was the snake's head, which was straight up like a spoon, staring at her, spitting out apricots.

Conditioned reflex, Qian Mi turned sideways to avoid the snake's attack!

When he didn't check, the moment his left foot stepped on the air, the branch that his hand was climbing on was also broken with a crisp sound.

The wind whistled past her ears, and in less than two seconds, she quickly fell from the tree.

clap clap clap!

The persimmons in the basket fell to the ground and rotted into mud.

But she was caught firmly and survived.

She opened her eyes and saw the man's slightly raised Adam's apple, with pale skin.