Sweet pet: Shenjun fell in love at first sight again

"I want to write. I want to write. Teacher, please help me write down my wishes."

The little emperor raised his head and bounced twice.

Squint your eyes and smile.

He has never put off lanterns before, so he must make many wishes today.

But before I was happy for a long time, a lotus lantern appeared in my hand.

The regent who was still asking just now lowered his eyes and glanced at him: "Write it yourself."

"...You can write it for me, or my sister can write it for me."

"If someone else writes it, it won't be effective."

"..."

The hand that had been stretched out was retracted in an instant.

Her round cheeks bulged: "Then I'd better write it myself."

As he spoke, he picked up the graphite placed aside.

Next to him, Li Dequan hurriedly tried to stop him, but it was too late.

"Oh, little ancestor, this is not easy to wash."

The little emperor spread his hands, and his fingertips were already stained, and he patted them.

"It's okay, just wash up more."

Then he carefully opened the petals of the lotus and squatted there.

Start writing with extra seriousness.

Yan He tilted his head and looked for a while, then heard a soft question from his side again: "What do you want to write?"

She subconsciously raised her head and met those deep phoenix eyes.

There was some doubt in his eyes.

"Don't you want to put out lanterns? I'll write it for you."

Just now he said it was ineffective, but now he said he would write it for her.

Yan He pursed his lips and looked at the little emperor's hands, which were stained black by graphite: "Don't you think it would be ineffective if someone else wrote it for you?"

In fact, I was already a little discouraged.

The regent, who had never been interested in these things, fixed his gaze on the woman's fair profile.

He spoke without changing his expression: "Sincerity leads to wisdom."

"..."

Yan He hesitated.

But when I thought about what I wanted to write, I finally shook my head and refused.

"No need, I'll write it myself."

"Can you write?"

"Of course I will."

I thought this person was questioning whether he knew how to write on the lantern.

Yan He took it from his hand and tapped on the petals: "Write it inside, right?"

She didn't let it go, but that didn't mean she didn't see others let it go.

It’s just a small lantern, isn’t it trivial?

Feng Yan lowered her eyes and had no intention of explaining.

He just took her words lightly: "Yes."

The reflection of the locust tree just blocked his face, making it blurry and difficult to see clearly.

"I've written it!"

The little emperor put the graphite on the stone beside him and stood up holding the lantern.

He grinned and approached the two of them.

"Teacher, sister, aren't you writing yet?"

"Write."

Yan He didn't know how he could call her sister so naturally.

It made her wonder if she had lost her memory.

She glanced at him strangely.

The little emperor who simply wanted to play with his beautiful sister shook his head: "Sister, write it quickly, can we put it together together?"

"..."

Yan He subconsciously turned his head and looked at Feng Yan.

Finally, at the urging of the little emperor, he took two steps to the side.

Facing them, it happened to block their sight.

"Can't we read what sister wants to write?"

"No."

"Why? I'll show you mine too."

The little emperor was about to catch up, so Yan He raised the lantern.

Don't let him have a chance to see it.

He is a little short, and he is also young, but under Feng Yan's guidance, he knows all the words that he should know.

"Sister, show me."

"No, this is my secret."

"Ow~"

The little emperor was very sensible. Hearing that it was a secret, even though he was a little regretful, he obediently stepped aside.

The older one and the younger one just stood together, staring at him closely.

One is for placing lanterns, but the idea of ​​the other is unknown.

Yan He finished the last stroke and put down the graphite.

I spread my whole hand, some worried about touching the clothes, and some worried about touching the lanterns.

With one hand raised, he and the little emperor slowly put the lantern into the Luoyang River.

When she let go, she gave him a gentle push.

"Sister, will our wish come true?"

"Will do."

There are countless lanterns on the river, some of them are crowded together, and they are about to fall over.

The newly put down river lantern just happened to float out with the current on the side.

There is no obstacle at all.

"Our lantern!"

Not to mention how happy the little emperor was, he stood up and ran back: "I still want to write."

Yan He squatted on the shore, his eyes moving along the lanterns, feeling a little nervous.

The gaze behind her never moved away from her, making her dare not act rashly.

I simply washed my hands in the river.

Wait until you make sure the writing on it is no longer visible before getting up.

When he turned around, the lantern that had been moving steadily forward was suddenly blocked by a branch.

Swirl gently.

The delicate handwriting is also revealed one by one.

Feng Yan will have less illness and more blessings, peace and joy.

Yan He didn't have any wishes, not before and not now.

If you have to write one.

I still hope Feng Yan will be well.

So I returned the blessings he had given me before.

Feng Yan kept staring at her, and she felt inexplicably guilty.

I clearly knew he wouldn't see it.

Still couldn't help but move his feet and block it according to the predicted position.

"Li Dequan."

"exist."

"Do you want to write it?"

The little emperor raised the lantern in his hand: "This is for you."

"I don't want to write. Master, you do."

"Ok."

Seeing that he was not interested, the little emperor naturally passed by the regent who was not far away.

He looked at the beautiful sister who had already walked up to him: "Sister, are you still writing?"

"You write it."

Yan He's hands were still wet. He asked her to take graphite again, but she refused.

The voice just fell.

A smoky gray handkerchief embroidered with green bamboo appeared in front of him.

The boy who was still talking turned his head for a moment.

"Teacher, I still have to write, no need..."

The handkerchief moved another inch towards Yan He.

The meaning is very obvious.

Not for myself.

The little emperor pouted, knowing that the regent couldn't be so kind to him.

He closed his mouth knowingly.

Yan He was very familiar with this square handkerchief, and Feng Yan always had to carry it with him.

But she uses most of them.

He hesitated.

Still stretched out his hand to take it: "Thank you, I will return it to you after I wash it off."

Isn't this another opportunity to get along with her?

Don't want it for nothing.

"Ah."

The fingertips are round, the nails are clean, the knuckles are clear, slender and well-proportioned, as round as jade.

People's attention will be attracted unconsciously.

But that hand quickly retracted.

The palms of my hands were empty.

Feng Yan subconsciously curled up her fingers, as if trying to catch something.

Then he took it back as if nothing had happened and carried it behind his back.