"The Life of a Little Girl".
When the spring blossoms are in bloom, a spring flower outside the window sticks out of the half-open window, and the warm spring breeze makes people drowsy in the afternoon. Outside the quiet pantry, there were suddenly brisk footsteps, and soon the green curtain was opened. A girl wearing a turquoise spring shirt and a small hairline walked in. This girl is not very old, with red lips and white teeth, and bright eyes. I saw a sleepy man in the pantry leaning on a rattling stool. The girl in red hurriedly laughed, stepped forward and patted her and said: Xiaoyun is not up yet. With this call, the slightly pale girl opened her eyes. She saw clearly who was in front of her, and couldn't help but show a shallow soft smile. He poured a bowl of tea from the teapot that was sitting on the small tea stove, and gave the girl a low voice and asked softly, "Why are you here?" Her voice was a little weak, and her face was pale and sick. Although she was wearing a coarse red dress, even the rough fabric could not block her very delicate and beautiful face. She looked no more than eight or nine years old, but she was a little more stable than the girl who had just entered the door. I'm here to tell you to go to the reward. The girl in green took a sip of tea and smiled gratefully at her. Only then did he hurriedly say Gang'er. There was joy outside, saying that it was our third master's planting of flowers, and the old lady was happy in her heart. Therefore, the little maids in our yard are each rewarded with half a hanging. This is not a happy event, she stewed, couldn't help but look around, pawn said: The baby is afraid that it has passed, but leave you here to watch the stove. According to me, the same third-class errand, why is she conspicuous everywhere, but you are only here alone to watch the stove, and never walk outside. I'm short in spirit now, and my work is the same. The girl in red said with a smile: This is why you are a fool, you don't believe that she is fighting for your limelight every day, and it is you who watches the stove. But holding the tea and selling it in front of the old lady, it is so pleasant, how come it is not you who rewards money.
Seeing that the girl in red just smiled softly, she didn't tell by herself, nor did she have a sweet girl in green.
