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An Yuan When I woke up, the sun was already slanting westward. I rubbed my eyes and lifted the blanket covering me.
There was a faint sweet smell in the air, very pleasant. An Yuan followed the scent and went over to the window, which was slightly ajar, and the breeze was coming in from there.
Lying on the glass, An Yuan suddenly opened his eyes wide. It was just a nap, and outside, the trees were bending under the weight of abundant fruit, red and yellow, with no trace of the cold, harsh winter atmosphere from before.
"Come, have some food!" Zhang Moyan wearing gloves, brought out a freshly baked cake, filled with fragrance, and couldn't help but feel delighted at An Yuan's adorable appearance lying on the glass.
Deng Deng Deng, An Yuan ran over, and Zhang Moyan's heart immediately felt like it was hanging in mid-air, "Little one, slow down!"
"Why did the fruit trees outside suddenly bear so much fruit in an instant?"
"You said it was a fruit tree, but it still hasn't borne any fruit." Zhang Moyan laughed, completely ignoring An Yuan's focus on the moment.
An Yuan was not happy, so he went into the house and put on the only thick coat he wore when going out. He put on a pair of fur shoes and was about to go out to see if those fruits were real.
"Ah, ah, I haven't eaten anything yet!" Zhang Moyan has already cut the cake and decorated it with cream on top.
"I'm not hungry, I want to go take a look." Looking at An Yuan's bright eyes, Zhang Moyan knew she had done the right thing.
Dropping the cake, Zhang Moyan hastily put on his clothes, grabbed a scarf and hat, and followed.
The forest was filled with the fragrance of fruit. An Yuan stood under the tree, looking up at the fist-sized apples above. Just then, Zhang Moyan caught up and helped him put on the scarf and hat.
"Or, shall I pick one for you to try?" An Yuan nodded.
The tree was a bit tall, but luckily Zhang Moyan was not short. He reached up and jumped slightly to pick a big red fruit from the top, then wiped it with his sleeve and handed it to An Yuan.
An YuanHolding the apple and giving it a touch, it's real.
"Try it and see how it tastes."
An Yuan really took a bite and the sweet juice burst in his mouth, which made him feel much better. He turned the apple around and offered it to Zhang Moyan, saying, "It's really delicious, here, try it."
Taking An Yuan's hand, "Zhang Moyan bit into the same spot with a crisp sound, and even licked An Yuan's fingers with his tongue before An Yuan quickly pulled his hand back.
Zhang Moyan Pretending not to have seen, she looked around and said, "It's winter now, and suddenly there are so many fruits here. If we don't pick them and put them in the storage room, they'll probably spoil quickly."
An Yuan Nodding, she swept the newly turned soil under the fruit trees. "Then let's pick them. Some to give away, some to keep for ourselves, and some can be made into jam."
Zhang Moyan After putting in so much effort to get these delicious fruits, how can we let them all go bad on the branches?
The words hit the mark, completely living up to Zhang Moyan's gentle persuasion.
Zhang Moyan asked An Yuan to wait under the tree, then went back to fetch a ladder and some tools, stuffing gloves and a hat inside.
"You pick the fruit at the bottom, I'll go up and pick." Zhang Moyan put gloves and a wide-brimmed hat on An Yuan, then tidied up himself. The two of them instantly became a meaningful pair of fruit farmers.
The ladder was firmly placed against the tree branch, and Zhang Moyan climbed up it.
It was said that An Yuan was supposed to catch the fruit below, but Zhang Moyan did not throw the freshly picked fruit to An Yuan for fear that he might not catch it and hurt himself. So, she tied the basket to the ladder with a rope. When the basket was almost full, she climbed down to get the basket for An Yuan, and together they poured the fruit from the basket into a nearby basket.
An Yuan took breaks from time to time, occasionally nibbling on an apple or handing water to Zhang Moyan. By the time the sun went down and the two finished work, he had filled his stomach almost full.
"So many trees, when will we be able to pick them all?" This afternoon, the two of them only picked one tree, and there's still a large area left.
"How about we ask Secretary Wang to find some fruit farmers to help us pick together tomorrow?" Zhang Moyan suggested, which was a good idea, and An Yuan agreed with a nod.
The two of them held their spoils, big hand holding onto a small hand, happily walking home in the glow of the setting sun.
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