Time flies. Wendy Grant has been staying in the village for almost two days. she has gradually adapted to the simple life here. If she did not personally feel it, she would not have known that someone was actually facing her. The loess was working in the fields with the sun rising, the sun was rising. The time line was particularly clear here. Everyone returned to their homes when it was dark. When you order the fruits you grow, there is no nightlife at all. There are no street lights here.
Wendy warmly prepared to record the footage of her life here on the computer. This is also a very precious memory. After each idea, she will match her carefully photographed photos. If she has the opportunity, she can give more people, let them truly understand the way of life in this small village.
Rachel Brosnahan has now become her little chaperone, able to help guide every route, so that she can quickly become familiar with everything in the village.
"Sister Wendy, it's time for you to come. There is a folk festival in our village, which will be held the day after tomorrow. When you go, will you go and play with me, okay?" she held Arbutus, walked into Wendy's small room.
The room was covered with mosquito nets and a mosquito coil was lit up. There were many mosquitoes in the evening.
"Really? You guys still have a holiday? Tell me about it. How did it happen?" Wendy Grant became curious and her eyes flashed with light.
Rachel Brosnahan immediately thought of something, then hurriedly ran outside the door: "Sister Wendy, wait for me, I'll get your clothes to try on."
Wendy Grant took an arbutus. Just as she put it in her mouth, she saw Rachel Brosnahan ran out. She chuckled and chuckled, Rachel Brosnahan was young and energetic, like a tired little bunny. It was a cute girl jumping around.
In a short while, Wendy warmly walked in with a set of colorful clothes.
"Sister Wendy, this is my mother's. I think you're about the same size as her. Hurry up and try it out." Rachel Brosnahan looked at her with an innocent and cute look and urged.
"This is your mother's dress. I'm not too good to try it on." Wendy Grant was flattered.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. My mother hasn't been back for a long time. She definitely won't come back this time. She's going out for a business trip anyway. I'm still idle. You can try on it. Everyone has to wear our folk costumes to attend the festival. It's very lively, and there are many fun games. If you missed it, it's really a pity. "Rachel Brosnahan really wanted to see Wendy Grant feel warm. The effect of the dress, she was so beautiful, would definitely be very beautiful.
Wendy Grant had to put on the dress halfway through. The upper body was tight, the hem was very wide, and the beautiful ribbon of four or five colors was hanging down. There were several silver and jade pendants hanging on the left and right sides. There was also a small ring of colorful ringtones hanging on them.
"Wow, it's really beautiful, sister, if you do another haircut, you're the most beautiful girl in our village." Rachel Brosnahan's mouth was sweet, and she immediately praised her.
Wendy warmly looked at her figure shyly. In fact, this dress was a little too big, but because of complicated dress, she could not see it a little larger.
"Rachel Brosnahan, do you have a dress like this?" Wendy Grant smiled and asked her.
"Mm, there are quite a few girls in our village. Actually, what I'm looking forward to most is to see if my brother can hold a beautiful girl this time. I would like to confess to her this holiday season. If she accepts the gift from my brother, then she might be my future sister—in—law. "
Wendy Grant laughed. "You can't tell, your brother still has a crush. How old is he?"
"It's just three years older than you, twenty—two years old. In our village, it's already married. his ability to do things was well but he was shy" Rachel Brosnahan looked disgusted.
Wendy's warm—feeling little jade looked as if she had spit on his brother. Indeed, sister felt that brother's EQ was low.
"Rachel Brosnahan, since you know that your big brother is shy, you have to help him as well."
"I don't want it, I'm also shy." Rachel Brosnahan immediately curled her mouth, put her hands on her chest, and looked like she didn't want to care about Big Brother.
Wendy warmly looked at herself in the mirror. He inexplicably hoped that Duke would be free to attend this festival that night. Would he give him a wreath too?
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