"An'an, come to town with me for market day! I'll treat you to something tasty."
In the early morning, Shen You'an was observing two small dragonflies fighting among the withered branches and wilted lotus leaves near the small pond when Zhang Xiaoyu came rushing over, grabbed Shen You'an, and started running.
"Wait, let me go back and grab my glasses..."
"No time, Feifei's grandpa is waiting for us."
A straight concrete road stretched endlessly through the wheat fields, flanked by dense poplar trees on both sides. The bright sunlight pierced through the gaps in the branches, scattering specks of playful light like mischievous little elves.
A tricycle was traveling along the concrete road. The refreshing morning breeze brushed against their faces, and Shen You'an, sitting in the bed of the tricycle, tucked her windswept hair behind her ears.
Beside her, Zhang Xiaoyu's voice was chattering away with boundless enthusiasm.
