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Qiao Jiang was not interested in the picking activity. She came here purely to accompany Gao Jinlan.

Zhang Yunyun picked a child, and several people followed the child and walked in. There were flowers and fruits beside him. There were also wild strawberries on the road. Cheng Biyu squatted on the ground and picked a wild strawberry and handed it to Zhang Yunyun’s mouth. Zhang Yunyun smiled broadly. Happiness.

Qiao Jiang just took off his sunglasses. When he saw this scene, he rolled his eyes and continued to put them on.

The children asked them what fruits they wanted to pick, and Zhang Yunyun asked what fruits were available. The children reported a series of fruits. They discussed and decided to pick oranges first, then apples and pears, and finally watermelons.

The child walked inside for a few minutes, suddenly stopped, and shouted to the man on the tree: “Brother! We have guests coming today!”

It was a particularly tall apple tree. Qiao Jiang was wearing sunglasses, raised her chin, and said As the child glanced over, there was a man standing on the tree trunk. He was wearing blue long sleeves and trousers, holding scissors and a basket in his hand.

Hearing the sound, he put the apples into the basket, lowered the basket with the rope, and then jumped down from the tree trunk.

There is hot wind blowing on my face, accompanied by the smell of sweat and fruit.

Under the hot sun, the man’s face was dark and hard. He took off his gloves and wiped the sweat with the back of his hand. He paused for a second when his eyes fell on Qiao Jiang’s face, and then nodded to Gao Jinlan and others: “Welcome.”

Seeing the man’s face, Qiao Jiang raised her eyebrows slightly under her sunglasses and said in the direction of the man: “Take us there.”

Yan Zhao was about to get the scissors, but when he heard this, he patted the child gently. Head: “You go back, I will take them there.”

“Okay, big brother! They are going to pick oranges!” The child ran away happily.

Cheng Biyu handed Yan Zhao a cigarette: “How do you call me brothers?”

Cigarettes soften China.

“Yan Zhao.” Yan Zhao took the cigarette and put it behind his ear. His facial expressions remained unchanged and he walked towards the orange grove. “You can’t smoke here.” “Is it

Per capita?” Cheng Biyu put away the cigarette and asked, “Is there a time limit?”

“No.” Yan Zhao’s voice was very rough, “If you pick it yourself, it will cost you seven yuan per catty, and we will charge you eight yuan per catty.”

Qiao Jiang followed behind and walked slowly, while Zhang Yunyun whispered beside him. He leaned into her ear and said, “He is so dark.”

“Where is the darkness?” Qiao Jiang asked deliberately.

Zhang Yunyun laughed loudly: “Qiao Jiang, you are so wretched!”

Cheng Biyu turned his head when he heard the laughter, and Yan Zhao also turned around. Qiao Jiang was wearing sunglasses, her face was raised, and her beautiful lips were slightly pulled into a smile.

Gao Jinlan was taking photos all the way, and by the time she reached the orange grove, she had already taken more than 20 photos.

There was a group of women sitting on chairs chatting at the entrance of the orange orchard. They were busy peeling and picking out the bad oranges and putting the good pulp into basins to prepare canned oranges.

Seeing Yan Zhao coming with people, a group of women stood up and greeted enthusiastically, and some volunteered to take Gao Jinlan to pick oranges with them. Yan Zhao handed out gloves and baskets to them one by one, and handed them to Qiao Jiangshi. , she stood still, with no intention of reaching out.

Yan Zhao retracted his hand, took the gloves and basket and put them back.

Zhang Yunyun put on her gloves and asked her, “Aren’t you going to pick them?”

“When I see oranges, I think of unhappy things.” Qiao Jiang’s voice was neither loud nor quiet, and Yan Zhao in front of him made a move.

Zhang Yunyun asked: “What happened?”

“It was about being forcibly hugged by a doggy man.” Qiao Jiang pushed up his sunglasses.

Yan Zhao: “…”

“What?!!! Rape?! When did you-“ Zhang Yunyun’s face changed in shock, and her eyes nearly popped out.

“A hug.” Qiao Jiang explained slowly.

Zhang Yunyun: “…”

She is good at hitting her: “I am almost scared to death by you! Qiao Jiang!”