Gu Yixing had an image in his mind: a little girl, small and thin, climbed a tree, picked a fruit, her eyes sparkling with anticipation; but when she tasted it, her face scrunched up in an instant, overwhelmed by the sourness.
After coming down from the mountain and standing on flat ground to look up at the peaks, they would see that, except for the two peaks reserved for their shooting, the rest were crowded with people.
The orange pickers were men; the men plucked the oranges and then sent them all to the village entrance where many cardboard boxes awaited. Women there waited for the oranges to arrive so they could pack them into boxes.
Soon, a line of vehicles bearing the courier company's logo would pass by to pick up the shipments.
Everything was organized and orderly.
Little Taotie saw a little boy among the crowd packing boxes and ran over to him.
Xiao Kai also saw Little Taotie, stopped his work, and waved at her vigorously.