Bunch of grass

Rinko Echizen, who was preparing dinner ingredients at home, saw her husband, two sons, and Fengling walk into the house not half an hour after leaving the house. Her husband was disheartened and looked like he didn't want to ask me. She couldn't help being stunned. The two sons behind the husband, one typed "Daddy is still Madamadadane" on his face, and the other showed a look of "the old man still have lots more to work on".

"Xiaoling, what's the matter?" Lunzi asked Fengling who was walking at the back.

"I'm sorry, Aunt Rinko." Feng Ling bowed and replied, "I accidentally threw the racket out, and Uncle Echizen was hit by the tennis ball that Ryoma-kun hit." The racket that flew out seemed to have eyes It also smashed at Echizen Nanjiro, who was facing away from them, and at this time, Echizen Nanjiro subconsciously turned his head once when he was shouted by her voice. Just this time, he looked back, which led to the tragedy.Echizen Minamijiro dodged the tennis racket, but was hit squarely by Ryoma's tennis ball returning from the opposite court.

"Hmph." Nanjiro hummed a sound from his nasal cavity, and went straight upstairs.

Rinko looked at the back of her husband disappearing at the top of the stairs, pursed her lips, turned her head to look at Fengling with a guilty face, and said with a light smile, "Don't mind Xiaoling, your Uncle Echizen is not angry with you, but feels that you It's embarrassing not to avoid Ryoma's tennis ball. Just ignore him, he'll be fine in a while."

As soon as Rinko finished speaking, he heard Nanjiro yelling loudly on the second floor: "Ryoma, don't bring me the medicinal oil yet."

"Yes..." Ryoma glanced at his mother, got the location of the medicinal oil, took it and walked towards the second floor. Ada, who was carrying Carubin, followed behind him step by step.

Lunzi smiled and went back to the kitchen to continue working.

Only Long Ya and Feng Ling were left in the living room, and of course, the char siew buns that had been taken as babysitters by the kittens.

"Have you ever hit someone before?" Long Ya put his hands into his trouser pockets and asked loudly.

"...Hmm." The person who was asked nodded.

"How many times did you smash it?"

"...Three or four times?"

"How many times have you studied?"

"Well... three times. The first time I learned how to hold the racket, they told me seven ways to grip the racket. I didn't understand it very well. In the end, they said that you can hold the racket as you feel comfortable. The next two times were teaching swings. Shoot, both of them were smashed by me... Later, they gave up completely."

Long Ya glanced at Feng Ling, and said seriously: "If it were me, I would give up completely." Although she was very curious about who Feng Ling said about them who had been hit by the racket three or four times, Long Ya didn't ask. exit.

Feng Ling pursed her mouth and stopped talking.

After dinner, helping Lunzi clean up the dishes, Feng Ling walked out of the kitchen and walked through the living room, and saw a certain uncle who was hit by a tennis ball in the afternoon sitting on a rocking chair in the courtyard, eating oranges to the moon, while the pork buns and Ada were two The big dog stood beside him from left to right, and the corners of Feng Ling's mouth twitched. It seemed that Echizen Longya's eating oranges with their skins and flesh was inherited from his father.

Char Siu Bao moved his ears, turned his head and saw the wind chime standing in the living room, he yelled happily, got up "Da Da Da..." trotted all the way to Fan Dong's side, rubbed her calf affectionately, expressing his afternoon I am deeply sorry that the Savior's disadvantage caused Fandong to be touched by a lowly human being.

"Yo, girl." Nanjiro also saw the wind chime and waved to her.

"Uncle Echizen, are you feeling better?" Seeing that Nanjiro found her, Feng Ling didn't feel ashamed to go upstairs and go back to her room, she walked out of the living room, stood beside Nanjiro, and asked.

"No." Asked by Feng Ling, Nanjiro, who was originally in high spirits, suddenly had a headache, and he wanted to die.

Feng Ling's mouth twitched again, and she rolled her eyes.

"Girl, come here." Nanjiro sat up straight and motioned for Fengling to come closer.

Fuling approached as she said, and Nanjiro grabbed Fuling's wrist. Furing was startled, and tried to break free, but it was futile. She looked at Nanjiro puzzled, and saw him beckoning to her. Furing frowned slightly, and bent down , A deliberately lowered voice drilled into the eardrums: "If you become my daughter-in-law, I will be healed immediately."

Uncle, how afraid are you that your son won't be able to get married!Feng Ling wrenched her wrist out of Nanjiro's hand with a black line, turned and left without looking back, Char Siu Bun bared her teeth at Nanjiro, and followed Fandong back to the room.

After the wind chimes left, a figure came out from the darkness, and Ada greeted him immediately wagging his tail, and the man with dark green hair went straight to Nanjiro, who was still rocking his chair and nibbling oranges: "Hey, old man, tell her what?"

"Brat, for your life's sake, your father and I have been threatened by that dog spirit raised by your wife, why don't you hurry up and treat me better." Nanjiro glanced at the eldest son.

"Troublesome." Long Ya stuffed her hands into her pockets, her amber phoenix eyes looked at the direction where the wind chimes disappeared, and a ray of light flashed.

"What do you mean troublesome? Although your boy is very popular with women, there is no one who is eye-catching. Now that such a good girl is sent to your door, if I don't hurry up, your wife will run away with others!" Nanjiro took a bite Chew the orange peel on your hand carefully.

"Cut, my wife has to chase after herself, and I don't need to mess with old men and old women." Long Ya rolled her father's eyes, grabbed the citrus in the fruit plate on the small coffee table, took a bite, turned and left.

"Oh?" Nanjiro dragged his voice, and raised the corner of his mouth, "Madamadadane."

The next morning, after breakfast, in order to avoid the recurrence of what happened yesterday afternoon, Feng Ling greeted Lunzi, then took the drawing board and sketchbook, and walked towards the end of the citrus garden with the char siu buns that had once again become the car of the milk cat go.

The autumn sun is a bit lazy, and the blue sea is dyed with the color of the sun. With the undulating waves, there are little waves, the sea breeze is gentle, and the leaves are rustling.Fengling found a lush citrus tree in the surrounding area, found a place to sit under the tree, and the barbecued pork bun lay beside her, with its head resting on her lap, while the little milk cat was eating pork buns. The forehead was used as a springboard, and it fell into her arms. The milk cat meowed twice, and found a comfortable place to curl up and narrow its eyes.

Feng Ling pursed her lips, clamped the sketchbook on the drawing board, took out a charcoal pencil, looked at the sea covered in a pale gold, took a deep breath, the breath was full of the smell of the sea, and turned her eyes away Going to the sketchbook and drawing with charcoal in hand, her world became peaceful.

"Well... the expression on the old man's face when he was hit by a tennis ball is really wonderful." A clear voice rang in his ears, breaking the tranquility.

Feng Ling shuddered, came back to his senses, turned his head to look at the dark green-haired young man sitting beside him at an unknown time: "Long Yajun?"

Long Ya nodded, looking at the drawing board in Feng Ling's hand, a smile penetrated deep into her eyes.

Feng Ling was taken aback, turned her head to look at the drawing on the drawing board, smiled awkwardly, quickly took off the sketchbook, changed a page and clipped it again.

"You don't seem to be an idiot, why can't you learn to swing?" Long Ya whistled, and Su Mu Aida ran out from the citrus garden with a bamboo basket in his mouth. Long Ya took out a new bamboo basket from the bamboo basket. The plucked oranges were still rubbed on the clothes, and then handed to Feng Ling.

Fengling took the oranges, peeled off the outer skin, and stuffed a piece of orange flesh into his mouth. After the sweetness in his mouth gradually disappeared, he said: "Everyone is good at something and not good at it, but tennis happens to be something I am not good at." That's all."

Long Ya raised her eyebrows, took the drawing board placed on Feng Ling's leg, and grabbed a charcoal pencil to draw something on the sketchbook: "Then why do you want to watch Tezuka's game?" Instead of watching his game.

"Oh, you mean that day." Fengling thought for a while and replied, "That's because Tezuka's competition happened to be the weekend, and my mother asked Tezuka to bring me some things, so I went."

"That's it." For some reason, upon hearing Feng Ling's answer, Long Ya was a little relieved that Feng Ling didn't go to the game that day.

"Long Yajun, you can also draw..." Feng Ling's voice stopped abruptly, and she saw the thing in Long Ya's pen. To say it was a thing really raised its status. A circle should belong to Head, one big and one small two eyes, a vertical hook should be a nose, a curved mouth, and a pair of big protruding ears, a few black curves are falling down based on the top of the circle, It also gives people a visual effect of being blown by the wind, "Excuse me, who is this?" Is it a self-portrait of Echizen Ryuya?But he himself doesn't seem to have such long hair.

"You." Long Ya replied without raising his head, and he added a small body to that big head.

"... In Long Yajun's mind, do I look like this?"

Long Ya paused, raised his hand to touch his nose, put down the charcoal, turned the page as if nothing had happened, fixed the sketchbook again, and returned it to Feng Ling.

Feng Ling glanced at Long Ya, and burst out laughing. She finished eating the orange in her hand, picked up a charcoal pencil and quickly drew on the white paper. Pen, the man holds a tennis racket in his hand and is doing a swinging pose.

"Okay." Feng Ling signed her name on the lower right corner of the white paper, raised her hand and pulled it, the picture was torn off and handed to Long Ya, "For you."

Long Ya reached out to take it, looked at it, and looked up at Feng Ling: "Did you secretly observe me?"

"Eh?" Feng Ling was stunned for a moment, then understood the meaning hidden in Long Ya's words, and rolled his eyes, "Long Yajun should still remember that you helped our company shoot an advertisement, and I was right there at the time, observing .”

"Aren't you bad at tennis? Why are you so familiar with tennis movements?"

"...the school I studied in the past had a tennis club. In the tennis circle of Japanese middle school students, they are considered to be the best. I often see them training. Over time, these movements have been deeply engraved in Mind." Feng Ling's thoughts drifted back to the green years when the cherry rain was flying, and the violet-haired boy with a light cloud and wind broke into her mind again.

"No wonder there are so many tennis players in sketchbooks."

"You peeked at my sketchbook!"

"It was your notebook that was left on my car. I picked it up and read it openly under the sun."

"..."

Seeing that Long Ya couldn't say anything, Feng Ling stopped talking, turned her head and continued to draw randomly in the sketchbook, the surroundings were very quiet for a while, Barbecued Pork Bun bared her teeth at Long Ya, and realized that her threats had no effect, sobbing After the sound, lay on the wind chime's legs and draw circles to curse someone.

"Hey, did you eat so little when you were a child, that's why you're so short?" Long Ya looked at Feng Ling for a few times, and said something to break the tranquility.

"Long Yajun must be so tall because he ate a lot when he was young." Fengling rolled her eyes angrily.

"I ate a lot when I was a kid."

"..."

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