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From a distance, Qinglan saw An Shaojie walking up the slope towards them.
When he was still ten meters away, Qinglan couldn't help but stop, standing by the roadside and watching him approach step by step.
Liu Xiuzhen stood in the middle of the road, her large frame blocking the narrow country path, making it nearly impossible for anyone else to pass.
Qinglan tugged at Liu Xiuzhen's sleeve and said cheerfully, "Mother," while giving her a look to indicate that she should step aside.
Liu Xiuzhen glared at Qinglan, "You girl, are you so afraid of him? Is he a tiger? Just because he walks around with a stern face and doesn't talk to anyone, does he think everyone is scared of him?"
"Why should I?" She raised her lips in a mocking manner, snorted twice through her nose, and added another comment.
She wanted Liu Xiuzhen to step aside for An Shaojie so he could pass by her without issue, but she was completely unwilling to do so.
"Why should I? Why should that little brat not give way to elders and adults and expect us to move aside for him?" Liu Xiuzhen stood in the middle of the road, hands on her hips, spat once, shouted out loud, spat again, feeling an unresolved resentment inside.
"No, Mother, I'm not afraid of him," Qinglan pouted and said playfully to Liu Xiuzhen. "I just don't want to argue with him."
Qinglan said this on purpose for her mother to hear; in reality, she had long been accustomed to giving way to this little boy.
"Yes, when has our little ancestor ever been afraid of anyone?" Liu Xiuzhen lowered her head, gently stroking one of Qinglan's arms, smiling softly at her.
"Right, we adults are magnanimous and won't argue with him." Liu Xiuzhen tapped Qinglan's nose and smiled with satisfaction.
Although Liu Xiuzhen was extremely unwilling to give way to An Shaojie, she couldn't resist Qinglan's pulling and coaxing, so she slightly adjusted her position to the side of the road.
However, she still tugged at Qinglan's hand in annoyance and glared at her, quietly complaining a few words.
"You girl, you only know how to act tough at home, but you're afraid of people outside. You seem strong on the surface, but you're actually a bit kind-hearted. You'll definitely suffer in the future," Liu Xiuzhen said as she tapped Qinglan's forehead.
Qinglan pouted and ignored Liu Xiuzhen's nagging, quietly standing by the roadside watching An Shaojie slowly walk up from below.
An Shaojie kept his head down and quickened his pace as he passed by them.
When he reached Qinglan's side, she couldn't help but call out, "Brother Shaojie!"
An Shaojie didn't look up at her and continued to walk quickly past them.
From the moment An Shaojie's figure came into Qinglan's view, she stared at him with wide, dark eyes. As he walked by, she watched him curiously without blinking.
She was filled with curiosity about An Shaojie; she couldn't understand him.
In the village, among all the children of his age, there was no one like him who had never smiled. She had never seen him play with any of the companions in the village and rarely saw him talk to anyone.
She often stood by the small bridge at the village entrance watching him as he walked alone, going out of the village and then back again, with the sunset casting a long, thin shadow behind him.
Qinglan was just the opposite.
She is a mischievous, willful little girl who loves to weave through crowds and enjoys talking and playing around. Therefore, she cannot imagine his world and how he endures the days of loneliness without anyone to play with. How does he tolerate the boring and monotonous days of not speaking for long periods?
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