Bunch of grass

Perhaps because he was worried that the incident yesterday afternoon would happen again, Uncle Nanjiro didn't call on Fengling when he was about to fight with his two sons again. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the char siew buns having fun with the little milk cat. The warm sun fell on her body, and she couldn't help closing her eyes to enjoy the rare quiet afternoon.

The pink cherry blossoms were flying all over the sky, Feng Ling reached out to pick up a petal, looked up at the blue sky, and heard laughter in her ears, she blinked her eyes, came back to her senses, turned her head and looked around, and what caught her eyes was She raised her hand to caress the scene that had been engraved in her heart, and let out a long breath.

Several little girls in white shirts and a sky blue knee-length skirt walked past her, talking and laughing, their high ponytails jumped with their youthful footsteps, and the wind chimes tugged at the corners of their mouths , With a wry smile, it’s nice to be young.

"Xiaoling, Xiaoling, why are you still at the door, you're going to be late for class!" The shoulder was patted heavily, and a familiar voice that could no longer be familiar rang in his ears.

"Mrs. Wen? Why is it you?" Feng Ling was taken aback, then turned to look at the man, with short dazzling red hair, a white shirt loosely tucked into navy blue suit pants, a blue and white striped tie around his neck, a The big black schoolbag was hanging on his shoulders. The boy put one hand into his pocket, while holding the strap of the schoolbag with the other hand, he moved his mouth a few times, and a big bubble blew out.

"Why not me?" Marui Fumta rolled his eyes, "Xiaoling, are you stupid for taking the exam? You don't even know the genius?" Immediately, he raised his hand to touch Fengling's forehead, "You don't have a fever? "

Feng Ling slapped Marui's outstretched hand away, and rolled her eyes back: "You just have a fever." Looking down, she didn't know when, she also changed into the familiar school uniform skirt, with a black schoolbag hanging on her shoulder .

"Let's go, don't look, the face of the teacher on duty is black!" Fumta Marui ran into the school gate pushing the wind chime.

"Okay, okay, don't push, I will go by myself." Feng Ling said with a dissatisfied face.

"Hehe...Xianichiro, Mrs. Wen seems to be stepping a little bit again today." A chuckle came from not far away.

"It's too slack!" The black-haired boy with a black peaked cap on his head and the sportswear symbolizing the king stood beside the violet-haired boy with a cold face, holding a tennis racket in his hand.

"Ah, Minister, Deputy Minister, good morning." Marui Fumta grinned and said, "I don't need to be a tennis coach today, so I have a few extra cakes for breakfast."

Feng Ling greeted the current head and deputy head of the tennis club with a black thread on his head. It didn't seem long before he dated Hayakawa Ling, a second-year student.

"Feng Sang seems to be a bit late today, did you have breakfast with Wen Tai?" Yukimura raised the corner of his mouth slightly and smiled.

"I can't snatch him." Feng Ling shook her head, glanced at the squad leader whose face had turned dark into a pot, nodded, ignored someone calling behind her, and ran away very shamelessly.

"Who can't you grab?" A clear voice rang in my ear.

Fengling suddenly opened her eyes. This is the Orlando citrus orchard where the sun is warm, not Lihai University High School where the cherry blossoms are flying. She stared blankly at the big head that broke into her sight. Seeing her own figure clearly, she straightened up suddenly: "Long...Long Yajun? Have you finished playing?" She probably didn't sleep long.

Long Ya stood up early, so the encounter did not happen. He turned his head and glanced at a certain old man who was holding a tennis racket in one hand and leaning on his waist with the other. The corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Madamadadane."

"What do you mean I'm still far behind?" Nanjiro swung his racket and aimed at the eldest son's buttocks, "Obviously I let you get the draw."

"Yes..." In order to appease her father, Long Ya didn't dodge the blow, and said coolly, "I won't tell the old woman the fact that you accidentally flashed your waist just now."

"..." Nanjiro was angry, glared at his son, and limped into the house with his waist supported. The understanding and considerate Su Mu Aida followed.

Feng Ling stood up, watched Nanjiro's back disappear behind the door, turned her head and pretended to glance at Long Ya casually, but unexpectedly met a pair of amber eyes, she was slightly startled, and then responded with a shallow smile. laugh.

Long Ya twitched the corner of her mouth as a response, put one hand into her trouser pocket, held the racket with the other hand, hit the tennis ball with the ball frame, turned and entered the room.

After Longya left, Echizen Ryoma, who was carrying a tennis bag, came to Fengling, raised his hand to support the brim of his hat, and a cunning flashed in the cat's eyes: "Anossa, Miss Xiaoling, did you just dream that you were with me? Are those rumored girlfriends robbing that guy? Don't worry, I've confirmed it for you. Although that guy has a lot of rumored girlfriends, they are definitely fake. That person's first kiss is still..." Echizen hadn't finished speaking, and saw A small yellow ball flew out of the room. With a twist of his wrist, he quickly raised the racket in front of him. The tennis ball hit the racket surface and rubbed against the string at high speed, making a "Zrazla" sound.

A wind chime with a black thread clearly saw Echizen's arm shaking slightly with the rotation of the tennis ball.

A certain person leaned out from the room, looked at his younger brother who had caught the ball, raised the corner of his mouth, and said, "Ah, I'm sorry, I missed the ball just now. Ryoma, are you not injured?"

Receiving the slight warning gaze from his elder brother, Echizen pursed his lips, nodded towards the wind chime, raised his hand and lowered the brim of his hat, and entered the house.

The courtyard regained its tranquility just now.

As night falls, a crescent moon hangs over the treetops, and stars twinkle, embellishing the night sky.Wearing a nightdress with suspenders, Fengchi stood barefoot in front of the mirror, holding a wooden comb in his hand to fight against the tangled ends of the hair. The wet hair was stuck to the back, and the water droplets from the ends of the hair ran along the back Her clothes were wet with the curves of her body, and a chill came from her back. The wind chime pulled a little annoyedly, but it moved her scalp, causing her to gasp in pain.

There were two knocks on the door. Feng Ling turned her head and looked at the half-covered door. A black shadow squeezed in through the gap in the door. She grabbed the knitted coat hanging on the coat rack and put it on, saying: Please come in.

The door was pushed open, and there were char siew buns lying across the door, and Long Ya, who was holding a glass of water, stood behind the char siu buns. He lightly touched the char siew buns with his knee and said, "Hey, good dog Out of the way."

The pork bun flicked its big, fluffy tail and hit Longya's calf. It quickly rushed into the room and trotted all the way to Fengling's feet, rubbing against Fengling's calf as if asking for credit, round almond-shaped eyes There was a hint of flattery in it, as if he was apologizing for the incident that he was too immersed in having fun in the afternoon, which disturbed Mr. Fandong's sleep, and he seemed to be saying that Mr. Dog had successfully prevented the apprentice from entering the house just now.

Feng Ling touched the head of the pork bun, looked up at Long Ya who walked into the room: "Long Yajun?"

"Here, water for taking medicine." Long Ya handed over the water glass in her hand.

"..." Fengling stared blankly at the glass of water, the words of a certain woman that night flashed in his mind, his face became slightly hot, he blinked his eyes, recovered, and reached out to take the glass of water: "Ah, thank you. I forgot to take the medicine."

"Are you an idiot? How can you forget such an important thing." Long Ya glanced around seemingly unintentionally, and then quickly looked away.

I was scolded again.Feng Ling pursed her mouth, put the comb in the pocket of her coat, turned around and walked to the desk, took out the last pill and threw it into her mouth, the bitter taste spread in her mouth, she quickly drank a few sips of water and swallowed it, not feeling cold Not hot at a moderate temperature.

"Finish." Long Ya said.

"Oh." Feng Ling obediently drank the water in the glass and burped.

"Stupid." Long Ya stuffed her hands into her pockets.

"Char Siew Bun, bite him." Feng Ling, who was holding an empty cup, bit his lip, pointed at Long Ya, and gave an order to the Char Siew Bun.

Originally curled up alone in the corner drawing circles to complain about the benevolence of Fan Dongtai, the char siew bun jumped up suddenly after hearing the order, and rushed forward in three steps at a time. He swiftly dodged to the side of the bed, and after the char siu buns pounced empty, he quickly turned around, and another beautiful vicious dog pounced on the food. This time, Long Ya, who had no place to hide, was pounced on, one person and one dog directly Falling on the bed of Fengchi, the mattress let out a painful wail.

"Hoo hoo hoo..." The char siew bun opened its mouth wide, sticking out its scarlet tongue, and big drops of saliva landed on Long Ya's face.

"It stinks!" Long Ya stretched out her hand to push away the dog's face approaching her, and said with disgust.

How dare you despise Mr. Dog?In this world, only my boss can dislike me, and no one else is allowed, especially you, a humble human being.The char siu bun groaned, and moved his whole face up, licking Long Ya's face non-stop, letting him experience what it was like to wash his face with saliva.

"Go down, smelly dog." Long Ya held the dog's head in both hands to free her face from under the dog's mouth, and with a little force in her hand, pushed the pork bun off her body.

The char siew bun turned around on Fengling's bed, got up again, and was about to pounce on Long Ya who was about to get up again, when he heard a "bang", the one person and one dog who were having a great time, and the one who was watching happily At the same time, one of them turned their heads to follow the prestige. The door that was originally opened was closed at some time, and the sound of the door lock turning was clearly heard.

"Hey, old man, what are you doing?" Long Ya was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses, he got up and walked to the door, reached out and grabbed the doorknob, twisted it, but there was no sign of turning it, he raised his hand and knocked. Knock on the door, "Old man, open the door."

"Oh, the key is broken." Hearing another "click", Uncle Nanjiro's voice came from outside the door.

"Old man, don't make trouble, open the door." Long Ya patiently knocked on the door again.

"Longya, the key is broken and stuck in the keyhole." Nanjiro replied.

"The key is broken? Is it stuck in the keyhole?" A tic-tac-toe jumped on Long Ya's forehead.

The char siew bun rushed to the door, raised its front paw and scratched at the door.

"Ryoma, take a picture and send it to the girl." Nanjiro's voice came again.

After a while, the mobile phone on the table rang, Long Ya quickly turned around and passed by Feng Ling, grabbed the mobile phone on the table, slid across the screen with her fingertips, Feng Ling leaned forward, the two of them took a closer look, dumbfounded.

"Hey, Dad."

There was no response from outside the door.

The two of them who were locked in the room without being able to get out looked at each other for half a minute without understanding why, only to hear Uncle Nanjiro's voice from outside the window: "Longya, girl, I'm going to find the pliers and the spare key, you two talk to each other." Chat, don't worry."

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