Mrs. Fu, please grasp the scale

The old locust tree grows next to the house. When it is in full bloom, the locust tree blooms very well. The green leaves and white flowers are indescribably beautiful.

Bunches of pagoda flowers are heavy, and the courtyard is full of the fragrance of pagoda flowers.

Standing on the roof, Fu Sichen stretched out his hand to pull the Sophora japonica flower over and picked it off. Aunt Yu said that she could pick it off and steam the Sophora japonica flower to eat. She had never eaten it before, so she was curious and wanted to taste it.

Yu Shinan entered the door, stood in the yard and looked up to see the girl standing on the roof.

Wearing an apricot knitted dress with shoulder straps and a light pink V-neck sweater on top, two slender braids and red silk threads are entwined and embellished in the long ink-colored hair like a waterfall, which is playful and smart.

In April and May, the wind is soft.

Yu Shinan stared at her feet on the eaves, frowned, "What are you doing climbing so high, don't fall off."

"Auntie said you can steam Sophora japonica, I want to try it." The girl's crisp voice was full of smiles, as if she didn't have any worries here.

"It's not as delicious as you think."

Fu Sichen didn't hear clearly, so he lowered his head to look, and saw that the man was washing his face with a basin. He plunged his head down and buried his face in the basin, half of his voice was swallowed like this.

Fu Sichen looked over in a daze. The man supported the edge of the basin with both hands and palms. The movement of burying his face made the man's arm muscles tense, and the shoulder blades on his entire back were tense.

Of her two elder brothers, in terms of sophistication, which one is not prettier than him.

This person's edges and corners are too sharp, he doesn't look like a good person in a loose manner, and he looks careless like an incomprehensible gangster on the street.But the patriarch with a sullen face and a serious look is absolutely tough.

But he has a different look when he is in charge of the spoon. The flames in the kitchen are rising, the iron pot and the colorful dishes are tossing in his hands with ease, and the strong and powerful arm muscles are particularly beautiful, which is the strength that makes people's heart beat.

In short, compared to his elder brother's meticulous carving, he is like rough steel tempered at high temperature, wild and rough.

But it just made her unable to bear it, her heart fluttered.

Just like what he is doing now, washing his face is rough, he raised his face, and touched his face with both hands indiscriminately, the water droplets splashed out from his face and hands, and felt as if it was splashed on himself from a long distance away. Body, a little cool.

Fu Sichen couldn't help touching his own cheek, but his hand was hot.

He pulled the towel outside and looked in her direction while wiping his face. Fu Sichen quickly looked away and asked again, "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

"I said, steamed Sophora japonica is not as delicious as you think." This girl is picky about her food, she wants it to be delicious as well as beautiful.

And the delicacies she has access to are of course not a problem. How do these homely farm meals compare with the craftsmanship of star chefs?
But I also know that she is just trying to make something new, and get a vaccination in advance to prevent her from being disappointed.

"Then I want to try it too."

Fu Sichen tilted his head and smiled, and pulled a branch to pick up the Sophora japonica.

"you come down."

He stood below looking at her, and ordered suddenly.

Fu Sichen was puzzled, and looked at the little Sophora japonica flowers in the small basket, "Isn't this enough?"

While speaking, he saw the man stepping up the ladder. The trembling bamboo ladder she walked on just now was not worth mentioning in his eyes, and he came up in a few steps.

He stood beside her, covered by a large shadow. Before Fu Sichen could react, he had already grabbed her arm and pulled her back, occupying the position where she had just stood, and also replaced her by the way. Work.

Three times, five times and two times, the small basket is full.

Fu Sichen, "Brother Nan. You are too rough."

Yu Shinan glanced at her, "When you finish picking, you don't have to eat lunch."

Fu Sichen pouted unhappily and pushed him from the back door.

As a result, he happened to bend over to pick up the small basket filled with Sophora japonica flowers, and her hand was so desperately pushed on his upturned buttocks.

Fu Sichen was stunned.

The man straightened up suddenly, the speed was too fast, and he exhaled, as if the surrounding air was blown up by him.

She took a step back almost subconsciously, but she didn't even take half a step, her waist was caught, "Why do you take a step back? Do you want to fall?"

The man's forehead was tense, and his voice was tight.

Fu Sichen turned his head to look, and gasped in fright, "Oh my god."

In the house of my hometown, there is not even a stop on the edge of the roof, so I don't need him to hug her, and I don't have any restraint.

Fu Sichen hugged him vigorously, fearing that he would accidentally fall down.

Yu Shinan was silent for a while, he stretched out his hand to grab her arm, "Go down."

The girl's slender white arm seemed to have a red mark when he grabbed it. He deliberately relaxed the strength, but she didn't let go when she hugged him.

The difference between a man and a woman can be seen just by looking at it, and even more so when hugged.

It seems that everything is hard, like bones and scum.

Seeing his suddenly downcast eyebrows, Fu Sichen quickly let go of his hand. He dragged her to the other side, and stood near the eaves to urge her down.

Fu Sichen glanced at him with a smile. Some people perceive sweet words, but she prefers this kind of calm and gentle.

Although his face is still not very good-looking.

Really, you won't lose anything if you hug her, so what a bad face to put on.

Miss Fu grunted in her heart unwillingly, but she followed him obediently.

Just looking at the creaking and twisting bamboo ladder when stepping on it, she was still a little scared. She stretched out her hand and tugged at his arm, "Brother Nan, how do I get down? I'm afraid."

"How did you climb up?" Yu Shinan squatted in front of the ladder and straightened his position. In fact, the height is not particularly high. Even a seven or eight-year-old child can climb vigorously, but some people are just afraid, so it's inevitable.

"Aunt Yu is holding the ladder at the bottom, and Xiao Fei is leading me on the top..."

Xiao Fei is a little boy from the neighbor's house next door. He is about ten years old. He jumps up and down like a little monkey. He climbed up and lay down on the roof to laugh at her.

Fu Sichen climbed up almost with his eyes closed. When he was down, he felt that it was not high. He was afraid when he first climbed the ladder, and then he managed to climb up amidst the ridicule of that kid.

As for how to go down, I don't think about it, there will always be a way.

Brother Nan is here.

Yu Shinan positioned the ladder just right, he stepped on it, went down a few steps and looked up at her, "Okay, let's go down."

The girl turned around and went down the ladder. With him at the bottom, she felt a lot more at ease, although she still held her heart.

The apricot-colored knitted skirt wrapped her figure exquisitely. He raised his head and stared at her slender legs and her round buttocks wrapped in close-fitting knitted fabric, and followed her step by step, like It is a fruit hanging on the slender waist, shaking three times.

Yu Shinan slid down, and jumped down after a few steps.

He walked down quickly, the bamboo ladder swayed, and Fu Sichen struggled on it, about to cry.

She turned her head to see that Yu Shinan had already gone down, her voice was crying, "Why did you go down first?"

"I'll help you hold the ladder, it's no problem for you to go down." He said in a deep voice.

The sun was approaching noon, and there was no shadow to cover it, but the girl's exquisite figure cast a half shadow on his face.

Fu Sichen lay still on her stomach, almost crying, she couldn't get down, she was afraid.

As soon as she went up and down, the people above cried, and the people below patiently coaxed her down, and the stalemate lasted for a long time.

In the end it was he who went up again, so she went down step by step under his guidance.

Don't let him go too fast, she wants him to wait for her to come down before going down,
He was so tall that she sometimes felt like nestling into most of his arms, secretly delighted, feeling sweet and shy.

At the last few floors, he seemed to have finally run out of patience. His iron-like arms directly picked her up and carried her down.

Due to the difference in position and height, his face was almost completely buried in her chest. The man's well-defined facial features were like carved stone statues, and every stroke was clearly imprinted in her blood.

The heart was beating hard.

But he may not have heard it.

But the Sophora japonica flowers were very fragrant that day, and even his not-so-good-toned sentence "stand still" was very pleasant to hear.

It's good to hear that she still wants to cry when she thinks about it.

Fu Sichen put down his pen, and the two cartoon characters on the screen came alive on the paper, and the acacia tree was just in bloom.

In fact, it has been a long time since I will think of the past, but because of the invitation to draw this pair of Sophora japonica illustrations, I think of it again.

The heartbeat of the girlhood was strangled in the past time, no matter how happy it was, it would be dusted with the wind.

When the phone rang, Fu Sichen picked it up happily when he saw Laixian, and called sweetly, "Second sister-in-law."

"Sichen, your second brother said you want a plane tomorrow? I'll pick you up."

"No, Han Yi said he was going to pick me up."

"Ah, that's right, you and your wife haven't seen each other for a long time, right?" Xu Qingcheng smiled, "Then I can't disturb your new love, call me when you finish your jet lag."