Bunch of grass

Long Ya stood by the window, probed to measure the distance from the window sill on the second floor to the lawn on the first floor, turned her head, and saw Fengling standing barefoot on the ground looking at him, the soft light fell on her jade-like face, black and white. Her almond eyes are like stars in the dark night, her nose bridge is slightly raised, her lips are ruddy, and although her facial features are not the most perfect masterpiece of God, they are pleasing to the eye when placed together.

Long Ya raised her eyebrows, turned her head and raised her hand to cover the window, glanced at the lights in the depths of the citrus garden, turned around and walked to the wind chime, reached out her hand and took out two tickets from her trouser pocket: "Given by the old man, Haribo Special theme park tickets."

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, lowered her eyes and glanced at the ticket in Long Ya's hand, raised her head and looked at Long Ya with some puzzlement.

"Well, if you are free tomorrow, shall we go together?" Long Ya said.He was stopped by the old woman when he came back from a run, handed him a glass of water and asked him to bring it up, saying that it was a wind chime to deliver medicine, and just two steps upstairs, he was stopped by the old man again, who handed him two tickets and asked him He took the wind chimes to play tomorrow, and threatened him that if he didn't go out, he would wait to be kicked out.Although he wasn't worried that this threat would come true at all, he reluctantly complied because of the old man's slack today, but the speed at which the old man ran from the corridor on the second floor to the courtyard on the first floor just now didn't sway at all. look.It's just that since he agreed, then fulfilling his promise is the principle of his life, besides, staying with her is quite pleasant.To sum up, it doesn't hurt to go to that magic castle with her.

"Mr. Longma, won't you go?" Feng Ling asked with a flash of joy in her eyes.

"Why do you ask Longma? Don't you want to go?" Long Ya didn't miss the joy in Feng Ling's eyes, he raised his eyebrows and asked back.

"I think." Feng Ling nodded without thinking, and explained, "But if Mr. Long Ma wants to go, then Mr. Long Ya can go with Mr. Long Ma."

"Are you always so self-sacrificing?" Long Ya frowned slightly, and heard from Long Ma that this girl was bullied by some people from time to time when she was studying, so she had to give up some things that belonged to her, such as her first love boyfriend in college.

"Eh?" Fengling was stunned for a moment, then understood the meaning of Long Ya's words, and said with a slight smile, "I'm not a Buddha, so I can't do this kind of thing like cutting my own flesh to feed the eagle. It's just that the entrance ticket to the Magic Castle is not for me. It’s not the most important thing, if you miss this time, just go next time.”

"What about your ex-boyfriend?" Long Ya asked subconsciously.

Feng Ling was taken aback again: "How do you know that I have had a boyfriend before?" Mo-colored almond eyes turned slightly, "Did Yan Zinuo say it or Tezuka Yunxi told you?" It must be these two gossips again woman.

"Long Ma." Long Ya coughed twice, and confessed to her brother.

"When did Echizen Ryoma join the Eighth Wife's camp?" Fengling rolled her eyes, combing and scratching her somewhat dry hair as a sign, and stopped at a knotted place. She tugged a little, but She accidentally pulled her scalp and hurt her. She frowned and continued, "That man is riding two boats with one foot. He is not afraid of capsizing and falling into the water. I am also worried that my shoes will get wet, so it is reasonable to give up decisively."

This time it was Long Ya's turn to be taken aback, although that boy Long Ma said that they broke up, but he didn't explain the reason for the breakup.He coughed again, and said, "Since you want to go, let's go together. Ryoma will go to Japan in two days, and the old woman said that she wants Ryoma to go to the city with her to buy some souvenirs."

"Well, thank you, Long Yajun." Feng Ling nodded, glanced at Long Ya, wrapped her fingers around the knotted hair, and stroked it to her eyes. Pulled on both sides, the knot did not move.

"What's the matter?" A clear voice sounded in my ears, and there was a faint smell of sweat.

Feng Ling looked up at Long Ya standing in front of her with some distress, and said, "Hair is knotted."

"Did you comb before washing?" Long Ya looked in the direction of Feng Ling's finger, frowning slightly.

"I combed it, but after washing it became like this, it hurts to pull it." Fengling said with a coquettish tone, "I guess it hasn't been taken care of properly during this period, so it is tied up for me to see. "

"give me."

"what?"

"comb."

"……Oh."

Feng Ling took out the comb in the pocket of the small coat and handed it to Long Ya. Long Ya held a comb that didn't fit his hand at all, and grabbed Feng Ling's hair with the other hand, and gently scraped it with the teeth of the comb. where the knot is tied.Feng Ling stared wide-eyed at the head that was under her eyelids. The few strands of hair on her forehead were stuck to her forehead under the action of sweat, and her long and thick eyelashes flickered with the frequency of blinking. The curves of his face made him look a little closer than Tezuka Kunimitsu, who was no different from facial paralysis, but the light in those amber phoenix eyes couldn't conceal the unruliness in his bones.

He is the wind, the unpredictable wind, the floating wind, no one can predict his next direction.This is how the reporter described him.

The scalp was pulled painfully, and the wind chime yelled "Ouch": "Take it easy, Long Yajun, please take it easy, it hurts so much."

"Yes, yes, I know." Long Ya responded casually.

There was another pain, and the wind chime hissed: "It really hurts, Long Yajun, take it easy."

"I know." Long Ya narrowed her eyes, "If you continue to call me that, we will be misunderstood."

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, then she understood, "shua", her face flushed red, she glared at Long Ya, lowered her head, pursed her lips firmly, the redness spread to her ears.

"If you really can't untie it, just cut it." Long Ya finally gave up on the comb and decided to do it, breaking down the clumps of hair one by one, leaving a dead knot at the end of a hair Department, "Okay."

"Eh? Really?" Feng Ling, who had already made up her mind to cut off that clump of hair, was overjoyed. She looked down and heard a "bang", and her two heads collided very loudly.

"it hurts."

"pain."

The two cried out in pain at the same time, and the char siew bun who was curled up in the corner and dating Zhou Gong's dog moved his ears, raised his head and looked left and right. The fact is that the char siew bun is powerless to stop, it is completely invisible now, so I glanced at Mrs. Fandong and found that her life was not in danger, put her big head on her front paws, and continued to sleep and date.

"Is there a steel plate in your head?" Long Ya asked, touching his painful forehead.

"You just pretended." Feng Ling retorted.

The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"It hurts?" Long Ya naturally stretched out her hand to brush away the bangs on Feng Ling's forehead, glanced at her forehead, and asked.

"Well, it's okay. At least it shouldn't hurt as much as Uncle Echizen's being hit by Ryoma-kun's tennis ball." Feng Ling pursed her lips and smiled, wrapped her fingers around the hair with only a knot left, and glanced at the split above the knot point, with a slight tug, the short section of hair that was surrounded by knots was torn off.

Long Ya raised her brows, retracted her hands, looked around, and finally sat down on the floor, clicked her tongue twice at the pork buns, raised her eyelids to look at the pork buns, although she said that she was very sad deep down in her heart. Resisting lowly human beings, but the body does not listen to it, prompting it to get up and trot to Longya with a "da da da...", cuddling and lying down, putting its big head on Long Ya's lap, enjoying his treatment of himself very much touch.

"Char Siu Bao likes you very much." Feng Ling sat by the bed and smiled.

The char siew bun barked twice at the wind chime, Master Fandong, although my body is facing his, my heart will always be yours.

"Ah, who did you snatch things from this afternoon?" Long Ya raised her hand and patted the dog's head and asked.Even if he was killed, he would not say that what he cares more about is who is "he" in Fengling's dream?

"No." Feng Ling was taken aback, then shook her head.

"Then what do you mean you can't snatch him?" Long Ya touched the dog's ears.

"Oh, that's what you're referring to." Feng Ling understood, pursed her lips, and said, "I had a dream. I dreamed that I went back to high school, and then I met a friend who could eat cakes. Someone asked me who I was. It’s not going to eat cake with him, so I said I can’t grab him.”

"Can you especially eat cakes?" Long Ya's fingers traced the back of the pork bun's head and touched its back.

"Well... he can eat one cheese, two chocolates, three strawberries, and one napoleon by himself." Feng Ling frowned, recalling the treat she had when someone ate her purse clean. Bubble tea and a strawberry sundae, oh, and a banana split."

"Is he a pig?" Long Ya scratched the back of the roasted pork bun, and the roasted pork bun closed his eyes comfortably.

"His nickname seems to be Little Pig." It seems that the guy's childhood sweetheart called him Little Pig.

"...Then he must be as fat as a pig." Long Ya touched the round belly of the pork belly.

"No, he plays tennis and consumes a lot of energy every day, so he was in good shape at that time."

"Have you seen it?" The barbecued pork bun felt that its belly hurt a little from being touched, it must be its illusion.

"what?"

"His size."

"I've seen it." Although some couldn't figure out why Longya suddenly asked this question, Feng Ling nodded and said, "We used to have swimming lessons together, so I saw it."

"Why do boys and girls take swimming lessons together in Japan?" Long Ya scratched the hair of the pork bun.

"..."

"You learned to play tennis from him?"

"Ah."

"No wonder you can't learn."

"what?"

"How can pigs be so stupid to teach you?"

"..."

In a newly opened cake shop on a certain street in Tokyo, Japan, a red-haired young man is sitting by the window. The table in front of him is full of various cakes. He raised his fork and was hesitating which one to start with. He suddenly felt his nose itchy. , Before he could turn his head away, he sneezed loudly.

The orange-haired young man sitting opposite him only had time to protect the cake in front of him. He looked at the dessert that was completely polluted by spittle, and shouted dissatisfiedly: "Mrs. Wen, how can you be so cunning!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, Cirou, just order another one."

"I gave you all my money to buy cakes... Ah, bastard, how can you steal it."

"Then do you want it?"

"..."

Time passed by, the locked door still showed no signs of opening, Feng Ling frowned, got up anxiously and walked towards the door, knocked on the door lightly, and listened carefully, there was still a dead silence outside the door , she bit her lower lip lightly: "Why haven't you brought the key back?"

"What's the matter?" Long Ya, who was leaning against the wall and dozing, raised her eyelids and asked.

"Well... just now, I drank a little too much water."

"..."

The author has something to say: The wind girl has been despised again and again