The eldest daughter of the group pet, she is full of luck

Chapter 134

"This is the handkerchief I embroidered myself, and it's for you."

Seeing her looking over, the little girl lowered her eyelids shyly, held a pink silk handkerchief embroidered with lotus in both hands, and stretched it out in front of her.

Send a handkerchief?
Is this the so-called handkerchief delivery?

No wonder, before coming to the academy, my mother stuffed a few new handkerchiefs in her schoolbag.

"Thank you, I also have a handkerchief for you."

Wanting to understand the meaning, she happily took the handkerchief, took out a brand new handkerchief from her schoolbag, and gave each other gifts.

"Thank you."

The little girl was very happy to see her accepting the handkerchief, and then saw that she also gave herself a handkerchief, and her eyes narrowed into slits with a smile.

"So we're friends?"

Su Qingluo asked sincerely.

"Yeah, my name is Xu Wan'er, I'm seven years old this year, how about you?"

The little girl was very happy and declared her family.

Su Qingluo returned with a sincere smile: "My name is Su Qingluo, I am eight years old, one year older than you."

"Oh, then I'll call you Sister Qingluo."

Xu Wan'er covered her mouth with a handkerchief delicately, smiling without showing her teeth.

"Sister Wan'er."

Su Qingluo smiled. It was the first time she came into contact with the friendship between little girls, and it felt fresh.

"Sister Qingluo, what color handkerchief do you like?"

Xu Wan'er was very happy to have a new partner, and whispered to Su Qingluo.

"What color?"

Su Qingluo rubbed the tip of her upturned little nose, and she had a flash of inspiration.

"Cyan, the same color as lake water, refreshing and clean."

"My sister likes cyan, next time I will give you a cyan handkerchief."

Xu Wan'er is very well-behaved and sensible.

Do you still want to send handkerchiefs? !
What's the point of sending it back and forth? It's fine if you don't have one.

Su Qingluo fought all his life in his previous life. He practiced hard since he was a child. He has never experienced the friendship between little girls like ordinary people. His understanding of handkerchief handing over is limited to the literal meaning.

"Alright, what color does Wan'er like?"

If she doesn't understand, it doesn't hinder communication. She is very understanding and follows the little girl's preferences, trying to communicate with Xu Wan'er with the little girl's thinking.

"pink."

Xu Wan'er pointed to the handkerchief given to Su Qingluo, on which a lotus flower was embroidered.

"Little girls like pink."

Su Qingluo commented like a grown-up.

"Sister Qingluo doesn't like it?"

Xu Wan'er frowned slightly, and asked softly.

"like."

Su Qingluo followed her heart and said, "It's just that I like cyan more than pink."

"Yeah, I like cyan too, I like both colors."

Xu Wan'er smiled happily.

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"Sister Qingluo, my name is Sun Yuwei, this is a handkerchief I embroidered myself, and it's for you."

Another little girl, seeing Xu Wan'er and Su Qingluo chatting happily, timidly moved over with a brand new white silk handkerchief.

"Thank you, sister also has a handkerchief for you."

Su Qingluo, who was first born and second familiar, took the handkerchief with a smile, and took out a piece of her own silk handkerchief to give back to her.

"The flowers embroidered by my sister are really beautiful."

Sun Yuwei took the silk handkerchief, held it up to her eyes for a closer look, and was immediately attracted by the plum blossoms embroidered with silk threads.

"Uh, my mother embroidered the flowers, I don't know how to embroider."

Su Qingluo disturbed her hair slightly in embarrassment.

"Sister Qingluo doesn't know how to embroider?"

The two little girls showed surprised expressions.

"Ah."

Su Qingluo touched her nose embarrassingly: "Do you have to know it? My mother didn't let me learn embroidery."

"Your mother is so nice."

Xu Wan'er stretched out her two white and tender hands, and complained tenderly: "It's not like my mother, who forced me to embroider. Look at my fingers, they are almost like a hornet's nest."

"Mine too, punctured many times."

Sun Yuwei also stretched out her hand timidly, and responded in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)