Bunch of grass

Feng Ling was sitting on a chair holding a glass of mixed fruit wine, quietly watching the three men with different characteristics sitting not far away who were chatting happily, one was as soft as water, the other was as strong as fire, and the other It is a bohemian style. The three attributes of nature are brought together in one place, which is very enjoyable visually.

The vibration of the mobile phone came from the small bag. Fengling lowered his head and took out the mobile phone. He slid his fingers across the screen, looked at the content of the text message, smiled, put the wine glass in the other hand on the table, and quickly moved his fingers on the virtual keyboard. beating.

Time passed by, and when Feng Ling raised his head, Long Ya and the blond man named Hughes disappeared, leaving only the man named Phils standing not far away quietly watching her, He seemed to notice that Feng Ling raised his head, smiled softly, and explained: "Hughes has made a new flavor of wine, and Long Ya went in to taste it."

"Oh, I see. Thank you, Mr. Phils." Feng Ling nodded.

"Excuse me, can I sit here?" Phils touched the table, took a step forward, and asked softly.

"Of course." Feng Ling got up hurriedly, walked quickly to Phils, and pulled the chair away for him. The wooden chair legs rubbed against the floor and made a slight sound. Phils was slightly taken aback, and the smile on his lips gradually faded. Nong, he paused a little, Feng Ling pushed the opened chair forward, touched his calf lightly, "Please sit down."

"Thank you, Miss Feng." Phils sat down slowly and looked up at the wind chime, "How can you bother Ma'am with this kind of thing?"

"It's nothing to worry about. Mr. Phils doesn't think I'm too busy." Feng Ling smiled apologetically.The moment she got up to move the chair for Phils, she realized that since a blind person lives here, he must be very familiar with the environment in which he lives. Her so-called "kindness" may bring him Inconvenience.

"No, Miss Feng is very careful." Phils shook his head.

Feng Ling picked up the fruit wine on the table and took a sip, only to hear Phils, who was sitting opposite, ask, "Does the fruit wine Hughes concocts suit Miss Feng's taste?"

"Well, it's very delicious." Feng Ling put down the wine glass and smiled.

"Is Ms. Feng also Japanese?" When Phils heard the other party's appreciation for his lover, the smile on his face became more cordial.

"No, I'm Chinese." Feng Ling shook her head and said.

"China? China is a beautiful country. I have been to the capital of your country a few years ago, and even to the hometown of giant pandas." Fiers' tone was somewhat nostalgic for the past, "It's a pity that later Something happened, and I never went out again.”

"I'm sorry." Feng Ling could only say sorry for the man's sudden loss.

"Hehe...it's not Miss Feng's fault, I'm sorry where did it come from." Fiers smiled brightly.

"..." Feng Ling pursed her lips, picked up the wine glass and took another sip.

"I heard from Long Ya that Miss Feng is a painter?" Fiers tilted his head and looked at Feng Ling.

Although the man's eyes didn't have the slightest focus, Feng Ling could feel that he was looking at her with his heart. She smiled: "Long Yajun is too much, how can I be called a painter? At best, I am just a painter. Um... still an amateur little transparent."

"I have an unkind request. I don't know if Miss Feng will think I'm abrupt?" Fiers frowned slightly.

"Mr. Phils, please tell me, if it is within my ability, I will do my best." Feng Ling held back the smile on her lips, quietly waiting for Phils' next words.

"I want to ask Miss Feng to draw a picture."

"what?"

"As expected, I was abrupt. I'm sorry, Miss Feng..." Phils' expression darkened slightly, and he lowered his eyes.

"That's not true, Mr. Firth." Feng Ling said hastily, "I...I thought Mr. Firth wanted me to do a difficult thing, so...that's why I was surprised by this request."

"Oh, that's right. I'm sorry, I misunderstood and let Miss Feng misunderstand."

"Nope. I have a problem with expressive ability." Feng Ling put down the wine glass, took out a pad and pencil from her bag, looked up at Phils, and asked softly, "What kind of painting does Mr. Phils want? After I finish the painting, Tuolong Yajun will bring it to you."

"Can Miss Feng draw on the spot?" Phils touched the table and stood up.

"But there are no tools at the scene. My drawing board and pens are at Long Yajun's house." Feng Ling was taken aback, and turned her head to look around. She couldn't find tools to complete even the simplest charcoal drawings.

"I have it here." Phils walked around the bar slowly, stood behind the bar, opened one of the drawers, took out a drawing board, and there was a sketchbook on the drawing board, and he took out a charcoal pencil and an eraser .

Feng Ling stared dumbfounded at Phils putting these things on the table in front of her. She blinked and came back to her senses: "Mr. Phils, you used to..."

"Well, I was also a painter in the past, and a low-level painter might be even smaller and more transparent than Miss Feng." There was a touch of sadness on Fiers' face, and that sadness had already hurt his bones and was unforgettable.

Feng Ling picked up the drawing board and opened the sketchbook. Although it hadn't been used for a long time, the sketchbook still maintained its original appearance. The charcoal pen was sharpened to the most suitable point. She pursed her lips and looked up at Phils: " What kind of painting does Mr. Fiers want?"

"I haven't thought about it, Miss Suifeng's heart, what kind of painting do you think is suitable for our bar?" The sadness on Firth's face flashed. He sat on the chair and smiled lightly.

Feng Ling frowned, she clamped the sketchbook, glanced at Phils, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, but did not move for a long time.

After a long time, Phils didn't hear the sound of friction between the pen tip and the white paper, so he couldn't help calling out, "Miss Feng?"

Feng Ling raised his head, but saw Long Ya and Hughes standing not far away, both of them saw the drawing board in Feng Ling's hand at the same time, Hughes' face changed slightly, Long Ya frowned slightly, and the two remained motionless Looking at Fengling and Phils intently, Fengling lowered her eyes, took the drawing board in her hand, and said softly: "Actually, Mr. Fiers has thought about how to draw this painting more than once."

The smile on Phils' lips was a little stiff.

"In Mr. Firth's brain and heart, this painting has been outlined, and every detail has been perfectly presented, but Mr. Firth did not write."

"Miss Feng, I'm blind."

"Mr. Firth is only blind with his eyes, but your heart, brain, and even your fingers are intact. What the eyes bring is visual enjoyment, but Mr. Firth should know that the real enjoyment is where?"

"But how can you paint when you can't see with your eyes?"

"There was a man who was deprived of his five senses in a match with his opponent. Vision, hearing, and touch all disappeared, but in the end he still defeated the opponent and won the final victory of the match."

"Ryoma likes tennis very much, but I..."

"Mr. Firth, you also like painting. It's just that your confidence in yourself is not as strong as Ryoma-kun."

Phils lowered his eyes, and after a while, he looked up at the wind chime, with the corners of his mouth raised, and smiled brightly: "Miss Feng said so much, why don't you want to help me draw?"

Facing Phils' silence, Feng Ling, who was already secretly regretting, was stunned, looked up at Phils's bright smile, and shook his head quickly: "How could it be? Since you promised Mr. Phils, you will definitely fulfill my promise. promise." She held a charcoal pencil and drew on the white paper.

"Miss Feng is a beautiful Xieyu flower, but I don't know if it can become a bunch of wind grass?" Fiers listened carefully and whispered.

"Huh?" Feng Ling, who was immersed in the world of the painting, heard the sound and looked up at Phils, but did not stop writing. Phils smiled and shook his head. Feng Ling didn't continue to ask, but lowered his head and continued to complete the painting in his hand. .

Hughes turned around and walked into the bar, took a sign and walked towards the door. Longya walked behind Phils and put his hand on his shoulder. Phils smiled slightly and did not speak.

Time slipped away quietly between the fingers. After Feng Ling wrote his name on the lower right corner of the painting, he tore off the painting flatly and handed it to Hughes who was sitting next to Phils. Hughes was taken aback and reached out to take it After the painting, Phils listened carefully, and seemed to hear the sound of his nose rubbing against the white paper again. He asked softly, "Didn't Miss Feng finish the painting?"

"Not yet." Feng Ling said without raising her head, and the writing speed increased.

The sky is getting darker, soft lights are falling on every corner of the bar, the sketchbook in Feng Ling's hand is getting thinner and thinner, Hughes has more and more paintings in his hand, and the look on his face is getting more and more exciting , when Feng Ling tore off a completed painting and handed it to him again, his eyes instantly turned into copper bells: "God, how do you know what Phils looks like playing the piano? This... this painting is also so similar!"

"Imagine." Feng Ling put the sketchbook with only the cover and back cover left in Phils' hands, and the charcoal pencil with only a small section left, "Mr. Phils can go buy a new one."

Fiers reached out his hand to touch the sketchbook, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually widened. Before he could speak, he heard a "gurg..." belly sound, and Feng Ling smiled embarrassedly at the three big men.

"Ah, Phils, it's time for dinner. Let me tell you, these paintings by Xiaoling are definitely enough to pay for the wine and meals. You should keep them well. When Xiaoling becomes a world-renowned painter in the future, they will be very valuable. Yes." Long Ya raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to pat Phils on the shoulder.

Phils reached out to take the picture of the wind chime from Hughes, and reached out to touch the paper. The marks drawn by the charcoal on the white paper were transmitted to his brain through his touch. He smiled and said, "Miss Feng's masterpiece must be kept properly. , I am very grateful to Miss Feng for accepting my willful request. Thank you."

"Mr. Firth and Mr. Hughes laughed at the unrefined work." Feng Ling smiled, picked up the wine glass on the table, and was about to drink the wine in the glass, but was caught by the dragon. Ya snatched the wine glass.

"Don't drink if you're hungry." Long Ya poured the remaining fruit wine into her mouth, put down the glass, and put one hand on Hughes' shoulder, "Chef, how about a meal?"

"Get lost." Hughes raised his leg and kicked Long Ya, then turned to look at Feng Ling, "Miss Feng, time is too short, I can only make fried rice, don't mind. Next time you come, I will make it for you for free A super rich meal."

"It's okay, it's just that we won't disturb the business between Mr. Firth and Mr. Hughes." Feng Ling recovered from the surprise that Longya snatched the wine glass, and shook her head.

"It's okay to do business. This guy stays until we close every time he comes. His face is quite popular in our place. Every time he comes to our place, there will be several times more female guests." Hughes shook his head, Turned around and went into the kitchen.

"Hey, then why do you charge me every time I come, and there is no discount at all." Long Ya shouted at the kitchen dissatisfied, "I have made a lot of contributions too, okay?"

"We opened the bar together, so it's only natural for you to contribute." Fiers said with a smile.

"..."

The moon was sparse, and Feng Ling was sitting in the co-pilot, watching Long Ya, Phils and Hughes talking, she yawned, feeling drowsy, raised her hand and patted her cheek to try to wake herself up, Unexpectedly, the yawns followed one after another, making her teary-eyed.

"Sleepy?" When Feng Ling yawned for the nth time, a voice rang in his ears.

Feng Ling turned her head to look at Long Ya who got into the car, nodded indiscriminately, and couldn't help but yawned for the N+1th time.

"Let's go." Perhaps infected by the wind chime, Long Ya also yawned. He waved to Phils and Hughes who were standing at the entrance of the bar, started the car, backed out from the alley, and returned to the main road.

The bright moonlight fell on the black asphalt road, and Feng Ling stared at the road without saying a word. The drowsiness caused by the severe lack of blood supply to the brain finally defeated her. She leaned her head on the glass window and followed the car shaking on the asphalt road The frequency entered a dark and sweet dreamland.

After an unknown amount of time, the mobile phone in her trouser pocket vibrated. Feng Ling opened her eyes, and was surrounded by the familiar citrus grove. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes. Dazed, he turned his head and glanced at Long Ya who was driving seriously, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and glanced at the screen: "Mr. Long Ma?"

Swipe your finger across the screen, put the phone to your ear, and only hear a voice from the other end of the phone: "Girl?"

"Eh? Uncle Echizen." Feng Ling woke up completely, "How do you use Ryoma-kun's cell phone to make a call?"

"Girl, don't come back so late, just find a hotel outside with Longya." Nanjiro said with a smile on the phone, "But the room fee should be saved a bit, get a big bed room That's enough. I just want to call you to say that the char siew buns are very good in our house, you don't have to think about it too much, we are ready to lock up..."

"Uncle Echizen, we're almost there." Looking at the lights still on in the depths of the citrus orchard, Feng Ling said with a black line.

"...Why are you in such a hurry to come back! Act like I didn't say those words just now!"

"..."

The author has something to say: this chapter... the wind chime may be a little sullen, everyone can make do with it, this is still a very important chapter, a certain child's mind can be more determined