Chapter 1390: Well, it's so fat

Chapter 1390: Huge Fatty
"Croton, be careful, pick the one on the left, the one that's familiar."
"Brother, brother, there is a big one on it! It must be sweet!"
"My dear, red beans, seventy-seven, you follow below! Which one do I want to pick for you!"
In the corner of the courtyard next to the courtyard wall, a pomegranate tree grows lush. This season is when the pomegranate matures, and the red fruits fall on the branches and are hidden in the green leaves.
The woman and the children are wreaking havoc on the pomegranates, standing under the tree and directing the children to pick fruits.
Croton wandered between branches, like a monkey, with a small body that was more flexible than an adult.
"Oh, hey, our red beans want to eat pomegranate? Uncle Gold will pick it for you!" Stepping into the yard, Qian Wanjin ran towards the little baby looking at the tree on his head.
"Uncle Jin, Dad, you are back!" Red Bean turned to meet the two, and his small face overflowed with a bright and sweet smile.
Liu Yusheng also turned his head, looking upward at Qingbai, his eyes flashing soft light.
"I'm back," Feng Qingbai said to the woman first, then bowed her head and asked her daughter, "Which pomegranate does Red Bean want?"
"Dad, Uncle Jin, I'm all on the tree, I'll pick it for my sister, don't you grab it!" On the tree, Croton was holding the root of the tree branch, angry.
Before the two adults came back, he was the focal point of his mother and his brothers and sisters, but there was a face. As soon as they returned, the people under the tree turned their eyes and looked dull.
Grabbing things with Xiaowa, Dad and Uncle Jin are not too bad?
He was ashamed of them, and he walked away!
"You pick your own food on the tree, and red beans are packed with uncle's gold," Qian Wanjin added another brick to Croton's disgust. "Look at your small body and pick a pomegranate. You still have to climb up the tree, and your uncle tells you that he reaches out under the tree and catches his hand. "
Never forget to stretch out your arms to reach the fruit on the tree without any difficulty.
He scorned Croton once with his height.
"Wow, Uncle Gold is great!" Red Bean grinned Xiaomi's teeth and patted his hand, "Red Bean wants to pick it himself!"
"Red beans want to pick them by yourself? No problem!" Qian Wanjin mentioned, and put the baby doll directly on his neck.
Suddenly increased eyes made Red Bean slap, and then his face became brighter, "Uncle Gold is great! I caught pomegranate!"
At this height, when the little hand was stretched out, she could touch the pomegranate just in front of her. It was red and gorgeous, so close to being able to clearly smell the fresh fragrance of the fruit from the pomegranate.
"Red beans, brother help you!" Croton saw the situation, and was also intrigued. He rushed to the side of the red beans, hugged a thin branch, pressed the branch with the strength of a small fat pier, the red fruit on the branch was just right Falling in front of red beans.
"Ah!" Hongdou yelled in surprise, "Brother is great, hahaha!"
There, Feng Qingbai took a slow step and was robbed of her daughter. She wanted to take over the red beans and saw her daughter smile happily, then she dispelled her thoughts.
Standing side by side with the woman next to me, smiling at the children.
Beside them, there was a little baby more than three years old, watching this scene quietly.
There was vague envy in the dark eyes.
"Seven, seven or seven also come to play! Dad!" The little girl holding the pomegranate branch suddenly turned her head and shouted at this, "Daddy hug!"
Feng Qingbai frowned and lowered his head, just looking up at Qiqi looking up.
Quiet, noisy and noisy, but like expecting.
Bend and lift the baby, put it on his shoulders, and walk under the tree, a little higher than the red beans.
Qian Wanjin quits, raises his feet and walks to the side, "Why do you go over there and walk so close? It's a bit higher than me!"
He just despised Croton once, and he wasn't happy yet. Did he come to get revenge when he was a dad?
Feng Qingbai ignored his mischief, and said to Croton on the tree, "It's no use. When you were uncle Gold, you could bend three branches at the same time."
"Uncle Gold was so powerful when he was a kid?" Croton stared.
"Well, it's so fat."
"Hahahaha!"
Qian Wanjin, "..."
Did the cypress hate him since he was born?
"Red beans, pick fruits, grab! Let's talk about strength!"
"Hurry up! Seventy-seven, pick fruit quickly!"
"Brother, also, press here!"
When the man was on his shoulder, when he was first brought up, Xiaowa's eyes panicked. When he sat firmly, the panic turned into a novelty.
He looked down at the big hand that circled him steadily, looked at the woman who smiled at him next to him, and looked up at the little girl who was smiling at him sweetly, and the boy who waved at him between the green leaves and red fruits. Seven eyes slowly overflowed with gorgeous streamers.
At the urging of the boy and girl, try to reach out and touch the fruit in front of them.
Take it off.
"Wow! Seventy-seven is awesome, mother-in-law picks up fruit!"
"Even if you pick it, leave everything else to me, and see me Mount Taishan is as heavy as it is! It is so heavy! Hahaha!"
"Be careful, Croton. Be careful, don't break the branches."
The baby makes a noise, and the woman with a scream of a smile, and the sound of quarreling with the man from time to time converge and weave into a warm picture.
Pomegranates grow in the corner of the courtyard wall, facing the window of that room.
After a few days of recuperation, the woman on the bed could barely support her to sit up.
Looking through the window, I could see the scene under the tree.
That kind of picture shows warmth and beauty everywhere, and it is extremely dazzling to those who can't help it.
The woman's sight finally set on the man.
Sophisticated and elegant, like the most beautiful Hanyu, there is a warmth wrapped in coldness, which is the roundness that can only be revealed by the woman.
From time to time, when the children are noisy, men will turn their eyes to look at the women around them, even if it is only a short glance, it can make people easily feel that he is to her and can not hide the petting.
She smiled inadvertently, and he never missed it, all engraved in the eyes.
After a long time, the woman lay down again and closed her eyes.
In the entire space, only the laughter that constantly floated in from outside could not be isolated, and it made the space lonely.
It makes people feel depressed, breeding a ray of Yin Yin.
After more than an hour of trouble, the children were tired of playing, and there was a lively party break under the pomegranate tree.
Qian Wanjin is almost tired.
Let's look at the man who held his baby from time to time, like him, with a relaxed and blushing face, and Qian Wanjin was irritated with his teeth.
You have to throw the goods.
He is a man and not a good, so he doesn't compare.
"Come here, count how many you picked." Sitting on the ground paralyzed regardless of the image, Qian Wanjin wheezed and greeted the children to come over and see what they had achieved.
There are more than twenty pomegranates, all of which follow the trend of green cypress fists, which can burst open with a pinch, exposing the red flesh inside.
But more than twenty, I ca n’t finish it.
(End of this chapter)