Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
âWhat are you doing?â she asked in a soft voice.
The little boy lifted his head. His handsome face looked happily surprised as he asked, âXiaoxiao, how did you know I was here?â
âHehe, I guessed it! What are you doing?â The little girl craned her neck and looked at what was in front of him. However, there was nothing there other than grass.
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But what was so fun about grass?
The little girl blinked her large eyes uncomprehendingly.
The little boyâs gaze was mysterious. âI canât tell you that. Iâll give it to you once I find it.â
The girlâs eyes lit up. âEh! Youâre gifting it to me?â
The little boy realized that he had exposed himself. âAiyoh, can you pretend that you donât know? Weâll talk about it after I find it.â
âNo! What is it? Since youâre going to give it to me just tell me.â The little girlâs curiosity was piqued. Her cute little arms wrapped around his and shook him cutely.
Helpless, the little boy said, âOkay, okay, Iâll tell you.â
He pointed to the grass in front and said, âIâm looking for a four-leaf clover.â
âFour-leaf clover? Whatâs that? Can it be eaten?â The little girl asked as she touched her fingers to her touch, looking like a little glutton.
The little boy laughed, amused. He shook his head and said, âYouâre so dumb. Of course it canât be eaten. Youâre not a little lamb. I saw on TV that if you find this four-leaf clover, you can make a wish and it will come true.â
âWow! Itâs that powerful? Can it grant any wish?â the little girl asked delightedly, her little fingers searching the ground.
âWhere is it? Where is the four-leaf clover? I want to look for it too. What does it look like?â
The little boy picked a three-leaf clover and showed it to her. âIt looks like this, but the four-leaf clover has four leaves and this only has three leaves, so it doesnât count. Only one with four leaves is a four-leaf clover.â
âGot it! Iâll look for it with you then!â the little girl beamed as she said. She started to pick the grass, trying to find a four-leaf clover.
The little boy stopped her hurriedly. âYou canât do that!â
The little girlâs eyes flashed with innocence. âWhat did I do wrong?â
The little boy said, âYou canât pick the other grass. Itâs not good. Letâs spot the four-leaf clover before picking it.â
âOh, got it!â The little girl nodded as she answered. Imitating him, she squatted down low, her little pink and chubby cheeks almost touching the grass.
The pair searched for an indeterminate length of time. They still couldnât find any when the sun started to set.
The little girl was tired. Planting her butt on the ground, she said, âIâm so tired. Why canât we find any?â
The little boy sat by her side, his handsome face a little dejected. âThe TV said that four-leaf clovers are very hard to find and can only be found if it is destined by fate.â
âOh, I see. Should we stop trying to find it since itâs so hard to find? Iâm hungryâ¦â The little girl pursed her lips. Even though she really wanted to find four-leaf clovers to make wishesâ she had many, many things she wanted to wish forâ she was now hungry. Her desire for food took priority, and thus the only thing she thought about was eating.
The little boy shook his head, his handsome face determined as he said, âI want to keep looking. You can go and eat. Iâll look for it myself.â