The emperor is above, the emperor is below

Raindrops are pattering all over the eaves. In the sky-blue house, a young man in a white collared gown is holding a book in his left hand, but his right hand is beating on the table. The sandalwood table makes a crisp sound as if calling for someone. , Tick tock a drop of water fell from the eaves.

Is this house too leaky?No, suddenly there was a whoosh. A young man with black hair hung upside down on the beam of the house. His beautiful eyes stared straight at the young man, like a beast, but when he turned over and fell to the ground in an instant, the emotion in his eyes changed instantly. It was dependence and joy.

"It rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and passers-by want to die. Have you gone to worship your mother again? Why don't you remember to bring an umbrella, what should you do if you catch the wind and cold?"

The boy Lang Shiliu looked like a boy who had fallen to the ground, his black hair was drenched in high strands, and the brown cloth shirt was also soaked, clinging to his thin body tightly, with a few strands of blue hair drooping softly on his forehead.The young man smiled honestly and didn't mind, patted his chest and said, "Seventh brother, I'm fine, I'm a rough person and don't pay attention to this light rain."

The young man in white sighed and put down the book in his hand, got up and poured him a cup of hot tea, then called the servants to bring a towel and pressed it on the head of the child in front of him, wiping it desperately, although it looked heavy, it was not at all. Reluctant to use force.The young man held hot tea, and sat down on this chair without caring about his drenched clothes, holding a cup of hot tea and sitting upright.

Those who didn't know thought it was a stone statue, and the young man yelled and cursed again, although the words of reproach were not the slightest bit harsh, the young man was still laughing, and the two just looked at each other and smiled.The rainy day gradually cleared up, and the rainbow hung high. Although the two people in the house were speechless, they smiled like flowers.

At this time, the situation is just right, don't ask about the later.

The author has something to say:

Short new articles, a floating life of a language c group, all of which are my own original creations.Gao Ying warning, this is a short article, hope you understand, hope you like it.

Sincerely, Lin Meng.