Combing Her Hair

"When did Ah Xing pick the peachs? Do you still remember?" Ye Muyu's memory of the past was not very clear, especially the details.

She could not help but recall and realized that it was a blur. She had not noticed this before.

Ye Muyu was a little surprised by her own situation, but her hand movements did not change. She had already combed her daughter's hair into two buns, picked out two pink butterfly hair accessories, and put them on.

"Mother," Chu Ziluo grinned. "I should have been four years old at that time. Uncle Xing was the only one who planted fruit trees in the village."

"Everyone says that planting fruit trees is a waste of land. Only some people have pear trees, apricot trees, and so on in front of their doors, but no one takes care of them. So if we children want to eat fruits, we can only go to the hillside to look for them."