"Yueyue, slow down." The little monk carrying a bamboo basket shouted to the children in front of him while running on the bluestone street.

"Little persimmon is really too slow!" The cute and cute child with a green lotus leaf hat turned around and made a face at the little monk, then stopped obediently and waited for the little monk.

"I'm sorry, Yueyue, I'm too slow." The little monk scratched his head sadly, because he was too slow, and Yueyue had to wait for him.

"Then Yueyue will lead you away!" The child said, taking the initiative to hold the little monk's hand, and walked forward with big strides, without seeing the little monk's blushing face instantly.

The little monk was dumbfounded, until the smell of steamed stuffed buns slowly penetrated into his nostrils, his sanity gradually cleared up, and he took a closer look, and found that he had been led to a stuffed bun shop by a child.

"Ma'am, Yueyue brought you fruit." The child called out to the middle-aged woman who was packing buns for the guests with a smile.

"Hey? It's you." In the hot air, she saw a familiar and delicate eyebrow and the bright red and round fruit in the other's hand, "Is the family's illness cured?" The woman continued to ask, with a gentle tone .

Family illness?The child glanced back at the little monk he was leading, and said with a smile, "It's already healed, and now he is very good."

"That's good, thank you for the fruit." The woman took the fruit that the child had been holding up all the time. "Do you still want to eat buns today? Madam invites you to eat." Have a good impression.

"Thank you aunt, Yueyue has something to eat." Ah Heng said, it's not easy for aunt to sell buns, and I can't eat and drink all the time, it's not good.

"Ma'am, you should go and do your work first." Seeing that there were more and more customers buying buns around, the child hurriedly said to the middle-aged woman who was greeting him.

"Then I'll go first, and come here when I'm hungry." She didn't have any fancy rhetoric, but only a simple heart, which warmed the hearts of children.

"Is it to see a doctor for me?" According to the conversation between the two, he can basically guess that the family member that the aunt said should be referring to him.

"Little persimmon is so smart! Madam is a good person, she gave Yueyue some buns, and Yueyue brought them for you, remember?" As he spoke, the child was a little embarrassed, obviously remembering the bun that he crushed .

"En." The little monk gave a soft hum, hugged the child in front of him, and said softly, "Thank you Yueyue." Whether you are a demon or a human, I want to hold you like this forever.

The child who was suddenly hugged blinked his eyes in bewilderment in the arms of the little monk.

"Candied haws, sour and sweet candied haws~" The incomparably clear and well-spoken cries resounded throughout the bustling market, instantly attracting the attention of children.

"What's that?" The child's bright eyes focused on the haystack carried by the grandfather, and the red fruits were strung together into a bunch, covered with a layer of shiny things, which appeared in the sunlight. Shiny under.

"Candied haws, made of hawthorn, coated with syrup, sweet and sour." The little monk looked in the direction the child pointed, and then explained.

"It's sour and sweet~" the child repeated with emotion, opened his mouth, and finally bit his lip, remained silent, and reluctantly moved his eyes away from that side.

"Want to eat?" Seeing the child's expression, the little monk asked.

"Hmm...we don't have Yuanyuan..." The child lowered his head, his voice was a little sullen. Without Yuanyuan, he couldn't exchange candied haws.

Round things?The little monk touched his bosom, took out a few copper coins as if juggling, and said with a smile, "Is Yueyue talking about copper coins?"

"Huh? One, two, three... there are three round little persimmons!" The child suddenly opened his eyes wide, stretched out three fat fingers and dangled excitedly.

"Let's go, let's buy candied haws." Carefully putting the two copper coins back into his arms, the little monk held a copper coin in one hand and led the child to the old man with the other.

"How many do you want?" The old man stopped and said with a smile.

The little monk glanced at the staring child and said with a smile, "One." He said and handed over a copper coin.

The old man took the copper plate, picked out a bunch of big and good hawthorns and handed it to the young monk, "Take it!"

"Thank you, grandpa!" The little monk caught the candied haws and handed it to the child.

The child squinted happily and bit down a big, round hawthorn contentedly. The sweet sugar melted in the mouth first, followed by the sweet and sour hawthorn that stimulated the taste buds. Intertwined, fused, mutually accomplished, so delicious that the child bent his lips unconsciously, "How about a little persimmon?" The child handed the candied haws to the little monk's mouth as if inviting.

The little monk was taken aback, and then smiled, "No need, I have eaten a lot of them before." The little monk gestured with his hands, which looked very exaggerated.

"That's it." The child nodded knowingly, and bit down another one. The same sweet and sour taste bloomed on the tip of his tongue. Suddenly, he raised his hand to cover his cheeks swollen by the hawthorn, with a painful expression and inarticulate words Said, "Three...not sweet at all..."

"Then spit it out quickly!" Hearing this, the little monk stretched his hand to the child's mouth and said anxiously.

The little monk was very anxious, but the child swallowed the hawthorn with a painful expression, "It cannot be wasted, although it is really sour, very sour, very sour." The child nodded and said seriously.

"Is it really sour?" The little monk frowned.

"Yeah." The child nodded vigorously, "Try it if you don't believe me!"

The little monk dubiously took a bite of the candied haws that the child held up in front of him. The sweet and sour taste spread in his mouth. Just as he was about to say it was very sweet, he noticed the sly smile on the child’s face, so he Is this a scam?He looked suspiciously at the snickering child.

The child immediately stood up straight, with open eyes, but knowing that he had been spotted by the little monk, he whispered, "Yueyue wants the little persimmon to eat together."

"Thank you Yueyue, it's very sweet." The little monk replied with a smile.

"Of course." The child was arrogant again.

It was the first time for one person and one fox to go to the market, especially for children, and saw a lot of new gadgets. At this moment, he was holding two candy figurines in his hand, and the shiny luster made people reluctant to eat them.

"Little persimmon, this is you, this is me, grandpa is so powerful, it looks like he squeezed it!" The child looked back and forth repeatedly, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"Well, the old man can pinch monkeys, fairies, and so on..." the little monk continued.

"Sister Chang'e should look better..." the child added in a low voice after thinking about Chang'e's appearance.

The little monk who was still thinking about the various sugar figurines on the stall just now didn't hear what the child said.

"Little persimmon, have you bought everything you want?" The child stood on tiptoe and looked at the bamboo basket on the little monk's back.

"I've bought them all." The little monk replied, tilting the bamboo basket on his back, "Don't you want to eat your candy man?" The little monk looked up at the big sun in the sky and asked, if you don't eat it, it will melt.

"Mmm... right away..." The child looked at the sugar figurine reluctantly, and replied casually.

"Well, let's go back after a while." The little monk wiped the sweat from his forehead and said.

"Okay." The child quickly wrapped the sugar figurine in his hand in a paper bag, put it in his arms, and picked up a green leaf to fan the little monk.

"Have you finished eating the sugar man?" The little monk opened his eyes due to the sudden cool wind, and asked the child who was fanning him.

The child was silent, just nodded, his face flushed.

"Yueyue don't fan me anymore, let's cool off for a while, what should I do if I have heatstroke?" The little monk took the green leaf from the child's hand and started to fan him, but no matter how he slapped him, the other person's face was still red, this Let the little monk worry a little.

"Is Yueyue dizzy?" The little monk asked worriedly.

The little boy shook his head with blushing cheeks.

"Tell me if Yueyue is not feeling well." The little monk continued to add uneasy, and the child nodded obediently.

Then one person and one fox embarked on a long mountain climbing road.

The delicate and frail child's face was flushed by the scorching sun, and her delicate lips became extremely dry. The little monk felt distressed when he saw it, "Yueyue, you have become a little fox and I will carry you away."

In the end, the child did not turn the little monk around and turned into a little fox. Then he found that the sugar man had turned into a sugar man, and the syrup stuck to his fiery fox fur, which turned ugly in pinches.

"Little persimmon... it's turned into a sugar man..." The little fox raised his paw and stroked the sticky hair on his body, water rippled in his big round eyes, and he was about to cry.

The little monk was also shocked by the sudden change in front of him. He didn't eat Yueyue's sugar figurine, and then it melted? "Yueyue, don't move yet, just wash it off, don't worry." The little monk raised his hand to stop the little fox's paws from brushing fur, and comforted him.

"Little persimmon and Yueyue's sugar figurine... are gone..." The little fox was saddened as he held the paper bag with syrup flowing out of his hands with downcast eyes.

It turned out that it was because of this, the little monk smiled, and patted the little fox's head comfortingly, "You can still ask the old man to help with it, don't be sad. Let's go back and take a bath first, shall we?"

The little fox glanced at the little monk who was holding his paw, and nodded obediently.

The author has something to say: I got up at [-] o'clock this morning, and then I took the exam at [-] o'clock in the afternoon. The result is QAQ, you know~

Happy Tangyuan Festival, cuties!Have you eaten glutinous rice balls?Hee hee hee.

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