The clouds are long.

In a lush wheat field, a group of farmers are working hard.

"Brother Leaf." Suddenly, a crisp cry came out.

Near the wheat field, a handsome young woman came running with a big smile, stuffed a red fruit into the hands of a young man in the wheat field, and ran away with a red face.

"Xiaoye, Qingqing, this girl seems to be interesting to you. I think you'd better let your parents bring it to Qingqing's house earlier."

"Yes, Qingqing is a good girl. It would be a pity if she missed it."

"Leaf, when you get married, don't forget to invite us to drink."...