The next day at noon, Qiu Hen finished her lunch but dared not take a nap. She hurried to queue under the crooked willow tree.
When she arrived, she barely managed to be the eighth in line. If she had hesitated a bit longer, she might not have made it.
Qiu Hen stuck out her tongue. If she hadn't made it, the young lady would probably scold her again.
Shen Mizi had a bad temper, cold and aloof, and Qiu Hen was quite afraid of her!
Qiu Hen waited for two hours before Duan Rong, who had transformed into a fixture amidst the sunset, arrived beneath the crooked willow tree.
It was the first time Qiu Hen had observed such an eccentric person so closely.
She saw Duan Rong methodically setting up the easel and then hanging the satchel from his shoulder on the tree…
Qiu Hen's large eyes stared without blinking, twinkling with curiosity!
After arranging his things, Duan Rong took out some wedge-shaped tickets and distributed them one by one.
