Bunch of grass

In a rare and leisurely afternoon, the sun fell on the body with a bit of laziness, making people drowsy. Feng Ling sat on the rocking chair in the courtyard, shaking...

"Hey, daughter-in-law." A voice forcefully pulled Feng Ling out of her dazed dream. She looked sleepily at the three people standing in front of her. The leader was still wearing a big white T-shirt and shorts with big flowers. , while the two standing behind him were wearing sportswear, all three of them were holding a tennis racket in their hands, and a black tennis bag was hanging on Echizen's shoulder.Char Siew Bun carrying a group of kittens, Ada with a Himalayan cat named Karubin sitting on his back, and a small black cat standing beside him.

"Mr. Echizen, are you going to play tennis?" Fengling asked, raising her hand and rubbing her eyes.

"Daughter-in-law, please call me Daddy, Daddy." Nanjiro corrected Fengling's name.

"Mr. Echizen, so far, I have only one legal father, and he is in Japan." Feng Ling covered her mouth and yawned, and said.

"..." Nanjiro was speechless, only hearing the two sons standing behind him sneer at the same time, he pursed his lips and said, "The little girl is not cute at all."

It's not cute to let others call him daddy after only knowing each other for two days.Feng Ling looked at Uncle Nanjiro with a black line all over her head, slandering her in her heart.

"Aww..." Mr. Fandong, well done.

"Hey, girl, let's go and play with us." Nanjiro changed the subject, this is his real purpose today.

"Mr. Echizen, I don't know how to play tennis, so you guys go, I won't join in the fun." Fengling rejected Nanjiro's proposal very sensibly.The two foodies who had known each other since high school had already given up on her tennis skills, and one of them complained to her with a beating on his chest: how could such a talented tennis player meet a tennis idiot.

"Aren't you afraid of anything? Didn't Long Ya brat teach you?" Nanjiro raised his finger and pointed at the eldest son standing behind him, "It's still possible to teach you the brat's level."

Long Ya frowned, and finally understood the real reason why old man Se raised that question last night.

"I...I'm stupid." Feng Ling took the initiative to put the word "stupid" on her head.

"What are you afraid of being stupid? Ryoma was also very stupid when he was a child. He couldn't hold a racket even when he was three years old." Nanjiro waved his hand casually and said.

three years old?Holding a tennis racket?The corner of Feng Ling's mouth twitched fiercely. When she was three years old, she was already very good at holding the chopsticks and pulling the rice into her mouth to make sure it didn't leak.

"Look at you, you look like a small bean sprouts, and it will fall down when the wind blows." Nanjiro looked at Fengling with disgust, "You are still young, you should exercise more and play tennis, so it is decided , let Long Ya teach you hand in hand, be sure to let him teach you how to hold the racket and swing the racket during your vacation, at least to ensure that an ordinary serve is served, and you can return it perfectly without asking for a beautiful posture , I just want to pass the Internet." Echizen's father happily decided on her arrangement for the next few days before Fengling had time to respond.

"Eh... no, that, I..."

In this way, Fengling was dragged by Nanjiro into the simple tennis court deep in the citrus grove.

It is said to be a tennis court, but it is actually an open space. A net divides the open space into two parts. The sunlight shines on the ground through the gaps in the leaves, making the light and shadow mottled.The sea breeze was gentle, the leaves swayed and rustled, and the light spots reflected on the ground swayed accordingly.Char Siu Bao and Aida found a place to lie down, and the two groups of passengers sitting on their backs got out of the car one after another, while the black cat named Xiao Hei, who had been following them slowly, climbed onto the road closest to the clearing. A tree, found a good place to watch the battle on the branch.

Putting on the sportswear borrowed from Rinko Echizen, wearing a pair of black canvas shoes on his feet, with his long hair tied into a ponytail, Feng Ling stood under the orange tree and looked at Uncle Nanjiro and the younger brother of the Echizen family who were warming up on the sidelines .

"Young man, do you need me to give you a hand?" Echizen Nanjiro put his left hand behind his back.

"Dad, I'll cover my eyes." Echizen Ryoma took out a blindfold from his trouser pocket and prepared to put it on.

"Stinky boy, do you look down on your father?" Nanjiro ran away.

"Madamadadane." Echizen squinted at his father.

"I will fight to the death with you!" Nanjiro Xiaoyu, who was seriously despised by his son, broke out.

Seeing the raging flames emerging from behind the father and son at the same time, Feng Ling's mouth twitched fiercely.Tennis is indeed a passionate sport.

"Longya, teach the little girl how to do swing practice first, and I'll deal with you after I kill Ryoma, a big or small brat!" Uncle Nanjiro walked into the court aggressively, sharing his anger towards his youngest son on his eldest son .

Long Ya, whose name was called, shrugged her shoulders, took out a racket with the least tension from the tennis bag that Echizen carried with her, grabbed the catch line, turned her wrist, and handed the handle to Feng Ling: "Here."

"Echizen...Long Yajun." Looking at the racket handed over, Fengling took a step back involuntarily, she shook her head and waved her hands, "I still don't want to learn." She didn't want to lose her face from a street court in Tokyo, Japan to the United States A certain citrus grove in Orlando, otherwise, it would be a shame to lose it to the other side of the ocean.

"It's very simple." Long Ya raised her eyebrows, and stuffed the racket into Feng Ling's hands, "Follow me."

The handle of the handle still had the warmth of that person, and the corners of Feng Ling's mouth twitched fiercely. At that time, a genius boy also told her "very simple", but in the end, she was so disgusted that he almost found a hole to get in.

"Xiaoling." As soon as the voice came from not far away, Feng Ling looked up, and saw Long Ya holding the racket in one hand and copying it into his pocket with the other. A small yellow ball was bouncing evenly on the racket frame.

"Yes." Feng Ling pursed her lips, and slowly moved over, but was blocked by a golden figure, Feng Ling met those apricot-sized eyes, before she could speak, she only heard a clear dog barking , the little milk cats who were playing on the side swarmed up and surrounded the barbecued pork buns, some scratched their legs, some scratched their tails, some jumped on their foreheads, and one directly bit the barbecued pork buns The buttocks that have been touched by anyone, although the strength of the milk cat is not great, but the pain is so painful that the char siew bun growled. The startup has died.

Something hit her calf, Feng Ling looked down, the beautiful Su Mu was tilting her head to look at her, saw her look over, took a step forward, and rubbed Feng Ling's calf with its head affectionately .

Actually, you did it on purpose, Feng Ling wrinkled her nose at Ida.

"Woof..." A clear dog bark responded to the wind chime.

Feng Ling bent down and touched Ada's head, and trotted all the way from the outside of the field where the fierce battle had already started: "Long Yajun."

Hearing Feng Ling's address to him, Long Ya raised his brows again, and said nothing, the jumping yellow ball gradually stopped, he raised his wrist slightly, the yellow ball undulated along the curve of the racket, and finally rolled down into his hand.

Wow... Feng Ling couldn't help but widen her eyes, this ball seemed to listen to him very much.

Facing Feng Ling's adoring gaze, Long Ya raised the corner of his mouth and showed a slight smile. He stuffed the tennis ball into his trouser pocket and said loudly, "Hold the racket."

"Oh." Seeing that she couldn't change her embarrassing fate, Feng Ling obediently followed Long Ya's instructions, imitating Long Ya's way to hold the tennis racket, but felt that the handle was a bit uncomfortable, and put her thumb against the handle slightly. Turn it, hold it tight.

Long Ya glanced at the racket that Fengling was holding, and raised her eyebrows three times: "Have you learned it before?"

Eh, found out?Feng Ling looked at Long Ya in surprise, blinked her eyes, finally lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice: "I learned it a few times, but I stopped learning it later."

"Why?" Long Ya was aroused by Feng Ling's words and asked.

Feng Ling pursed her lips, but did not answer.

Long Ya had a panoramic view of Feng Ling's little expression, her amber phoenix eyes flashed slightly, and she asked, "Have you ever learned how to swing a racket?"

"...Yes." Feng Ling thought for a while and replied.

"Show me." Long Ya took a step back, leaving a relatively large space for Feng Ling.

"Oh." Feng Ling responded weakly, glanced at the father and son who were fighting in full swing in the stadium, and then at the char siew bun who was still entangled by the milk cats and finally gave up struggling, and stepped forward. With his left leg, he stabilized his figure, and racked his brains to dig out from the deepest part of his memory the essentials of the swing that he said a day ago, raised the racket, and swung out.Due to the weight of the racket itself and the resistance of the air, Feng Ling almost missed the racket and threw it out.

"The shoulders are too stiff." Long Ya stepped forward, holding Feng Ling's shoulders with one hand, and pulling her wrist back slightly with the other, "The beat was too high just now, so That’s why you can’t hold the racket.”

"Oh..." The wind chime responded, a blush crept up her cheeks, and the faint scent of soap filled her breath.

"Okay, let's do it again." Long Ya didn't know that his actions at this time disturbed the spring water in the little girl's heart, let go of her hand, and took two steps back.

Feng Ling swung the racket according to his words, the racket was not almost thrown out like in the beginning, but was staggered by his feet.

"Your shoulders are still too stiff." Long Ya put her hands on Feng Ling's shoulders again, squeezed them, and frowned, "Are you sure you only have 26, not 62?"

"I've taken good care of myself, I'm not old and childlike." Feng Ling turned her head to look at Long Ya, and said angrily.

Long Ya was taken aback, and instantly realized that he had accidentally poked the girl's bottom line, and quickly said, "Relax, relax."

"I can't relax, my shoulders are seriously strained." Feng Ling said solemnly.

"Then you should practice more." Long Ya patted Fengling's shoulder, "In the beginning, don't swing the racket so fast, take your time, find the appropriate swing angle and the feeling of swinging out, and then add Speed ​​up, just like this." Long Ya walked to the right side of Fengling, still holding her shoulder with one hand, and holding her wrist with the other hand, pulling back, and then slowly sending it forward. Go, "Feel it?"

No one answered, only the sound of the ball hitting the racket and the ground not far away.

"Hey, do you feel it?" Long Ya asked again, raised her head, and saw the student's expression of "what do you want me to feel".

Long Ya let go of her hand, and a chestnut landed on Feng Ling's forehead: "I ask you if you feel anything?"

The wind chime came back to his senses after being knocked, looked up at Teacher Long Ya, blinked, thought for a while, and replied: "I feel that my shoulders are really strained."

"..." The corner of Long Ya's mouth twitched, took a deep breath, bent down to pick up the racket on the ground, walked to the front side one meter away from the wind chime, and turned her back to her, "Practice with me. The way you demonstrated."

"Oh." Feng Ling pursed her lips, trying to recall the feeling when Long Ya held her hand just now, um, the palm of her hand is quite warm, it must be very comfortable to hold in winter... Oh, where is she thinking, hurry up Shaking his head, he looked at Long Ya with a concentrated mind, and slowly raised and swung his racket.

After doing the same movements for a long time, it is inevitable that you will become irritable. Feng Ling began to be a little absent-minded, and only heard a loud shout: "Speed ​​up."

"Ah? Oh, good." The wind chimes that wandered in the sky swayed, raised the racket, and swung it quickly. The sweaty palms couldn't hold it, and the racket slipped and flew out, "Oh my god!"

The author has something to say: Uncle Nanjiro really wants Fuling to be his daughter-in-law