Wang Quan did not understand the sorrow of Qing He, a cultivator from Future.
He thought she was shedding tears of joy.
At that thought, he smiled. "Don't cry. Come on, you'll be my childhood sweetheart from now on. Listen to me, and I'll give you malt candy every day."
"Let me tell you, this malt candy is expensive."
"But it's really sweet."
"Eat!"
Wang Quan stuffed the malt candy into Qing He's mouth.
Qing He pushed it out with her tongue, but Wang Quan kept stuffing it back in. "Eat!"
"Go ahead and eat!"
"I have money. I'll buy you some every day."
In the end, Qing He ate the malt candy through her tears.
Wang Quan chatted with her about summer cicadas, autumn's golden wheat, winter winds and snow, and spring butterflies.
Qing He listened numbly. After a long while, Wang Quan stood and rubbed her little head. "Behave from now on, and I'll give you nice things."
Qing He looked up, keeping up her role, her eyes swimming with tears. "You... why are you so good to me?"
Wang Quan smiled. "Because you're my childhood sweetheart!"
At that moment, a ripple actually stirred in Qing He's heart.
It reminded her of her childhood, when she had played just as innocently with the little brats in her village.
The girl circled her boy on his bamboo horse-how innocent those childhood days had been.
She had thought she could never go back.
Yet now she had encountered a scene from her childhood again, and it stirred a ripple in her heart.
But she suppressed that ripple. Damn it, this fellow definitely has no good intentions. How could I be touched?
Wang Quan left.
Qing He continued wiping the iron ingots.
The crow flew and the hare ran, and the