Under the moonlight, Xiao Li began to pick white dates.

I picked the first one and put it in my mouth, and grabbed the rest in my hand.

When picking it up, she would think of when Grandma and the others were still there, and then she would secretly look at them when she wanted to pick it up.

Sometimes she is not allowed to pick it.

Grandma would say: It's not cooked yet, and I have a stomachache after eating it.

Grandpa would come quietly behind her and ask her what she was doing.

Old loves to scare her.

Thinking of this, Xiaoli

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