"Little sister, you go ahead to the mountain; Qiuye and I will go home to drop off some stuff before we join you," Xu Shengcai called out, then took Qiuye back home.
"Mom, Qiuye is here."
Mrs. Xu was in the yard cracking sunflower seeds. Upon hearing her son's words, she immediately stood up. Delighted at the sight of Qiuye, she exclaimed, "Qiuye, why are you here? You shouldn't have brought gifts.
Come sit and rest; I'll get you some fruit to eat."
Mrs. Xu quite liked Xu Qiuye. The girl had grown up in their village and played well with her son, often visiting their home since she was little. She had watched Qiuye grow up.
The girl had always been a good student, beautiful, competent, and filial; she was considered one of the best in their village. Mrs. Xu had never imagined that one day her son would have the luck of winning her over.
