Bunch of grass

Not long after Ryoma left Orlando, Fengling's vacation was coming to an end.In the middle of the night when the sun was still drowsy at the end of the sea, she packed her luggage, bid farewell to Nanjiro and his wife, bid farewell to the cats and dogs in the citrus garden, and embarked on the journey back to New York with Long Ya.

The char siew buns, which were obviously fatter than when they came here, and a large basket of freshly picked citrus were sitting in the back row. Come, brush the bangs on Feng Ling's forehead.

"This is for you." Long Ya suddenly remembered something, and handed a bag on the bridge to Feng Ling.

"Ah, what is this?" Feng Ling took the bag in surprise, and opened a card. It was a new sketchbook and two well-sharpened charcoal pencils. She couldn't help being taken aback, "Mr. of?"

"Yeah." Long Ya nodded, and took out a pair of sunglasses from the hidden compartment of the car to hang on the bridge of her nose, "I went to say goodbye to them yesterday, and First told me to bring them to you."

Feng Ling thanked her, and took out the sketchbook. The plastic film on the notebook hadn't been torn off, she pursed her lips, and said, "Long Yajun, did I do some unnecessary things?"

"Huh?" Long Ya was taken aback, then turned to look at Feng Ling, "You mean Phils?"

Feng Ling lowered her head and looked down, sliding her fingertips across the cover of the sketchbook, without saying a word.

"Firth was a well-known painter before, but an accident took away his eyesight." Long Ya said while holding the steering wheel, "He told us that he gave up painting and put All the painting tools were locked, so we believed it. Later, the three of us opened this bar together, and Phils occasionally played the role of the pianist. We just didn’t know that Phils would that It's a pity that it's buried so deep, so deep that even his closest people can't see it." The smile on Long Ya's lips was somewhat helpless.

Feng Ling bit her lower lip lightly.

"Maybe someone saw the regret in Phils' mind, but you also know that Hughes, exposing the scars of Phils is like killing him, or even worse than this, so no one has ever been in Phils. We also thought that this article would be read forever, how did we know that Phils saw you that day and took out the sketchbook he had hidden for a long time. "

"And I exposed his scars mercilessly, and sprinkled him with a handful of medicinal powder that I don't know whether it is good or bad." Feng Ling said self-deprecatingly.

"Hehe..." Long Ya was amused by Feng Ling's words. He smiled and said, "But judging from the current effect, your medicine powder is still effective. Phils bought two sketchbooks, one This is for you, he keeps one for himself, when I went yesterday, he seemed to be drawing slowly."

"Eh?" Feng Ling was taken aback.After the hot-brained Madonna visited that day, she regretted it when she went back. She was afraid that something would happen, and she had already made up a lot of frightening scenes.

"Why? You haven't been in a good state of mind for the past two days, it can't be..."

"I'm ready to surrender and the police will come to my door."

There was silence in the carriage at first, and then Long Ya laughed loudly, the steering wheel slipped slightly in his hands, the front of the car tilted, and the wind chime hit the door: "Long... Long Yajun..." Brother, you are driving, don't laugh So evil, charming, crazy and easy to cut.

"Ahem...Sorry, puff...Sorry." Long Ya collected himself, held the steering wheel, and turned the car back on the right track. He glanced at the rearview mirror, and the pork bun was very hard to find out from the pile of oranges with the orange frame on it. When he came out, he quickly parked the car on the left, rescued the char siew buns with Feng Ling, and packed up the citrus scattered in the back row.

Get in the car and get back on the road.

Feng Ling glanced at Long Ya, holding the sketchbook and not speaking.

"Hey, Xiaoling."

"Ok?"

"Hughes asked me to thank you on his behalf."

"Mr. Hughes is too polite, as long as he doesn't think I'm too busy."

"Xiaoling." After a while, Long Ya called out again.

"Ah?" Feng Ling turned to look at Long Ya.

"Thank you."

"Why do you say thank you again?"

"Speaking for myself. Thank you."

"……You're welcome."

Entering the golden autumn of October, the weather is getting cooler.

The biological clock that was forced to adjust rang on time. Feng Ling opened her eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall. The hour and minute hands pointed to six in the morning. She turned over, pulled the quilt over her head, and forced herself to continue She entered a deep sleep, but Lord Zhou stopped patronizing her.

"Ah, you bastard Echizen Ryuya! I hate you!" Feng Ling yelled, got up, and stared at the wall.

The golden-haired barbecued pork bun sleeping next to her pillow raised his eyelids to look at Mr. Fandong with messy hair and sleepy eyes, flicked his tail, and closed his eyelids again.

One minute passed, and the mobile phone on the bedside table rang. Fengling glanced at the clamoring mobile phone with great sorrow, jumped up from the bed, and rushed into the bathroom. Seeing Mr. Fandong sitting on the toilet cover covering his ears, he rubbed his head against her calf. At this time, the ringing of the mobile phone stopped, but the doorbell rang.

"Ah, crazy!" Feng Ling scratched her hair, walked to the door with a shuffling step, opened a crack in the door, squinted at the energetic culprit who was standing at the door and changed into sports clothes, and wailed, " Long Yajun, I'm very busy today, can I not..." After returning from Orlando, her neighbor came over every morning to invite her to go for a morning run. Up to today, it has been 23 days, which is called exercising.

"Now that you're up, let's go." Holding the door with one hand, the gap in the door gradually widened, Long Ya raised her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on the char siew bun at Fengling's feet, "Good morning, come with us Running?" After returning from Orlando, Long Ya obviously felt that the dog's attitude towards him was not as arrogant as before.

"Wow..." Char Siu Bun barked at Long Ya, turned around and entered the living room, found a place to lie down, with his big head facing the entrance, his almond-sized eyes rolling around.Human, don't you just want to live with my family and Mr. Dong, I'm still a more sensible dog.

Two people and one dog, three thoughts.

"I still have to go to the studio today." Fengling muttered, turned and walked towards the bedroom.

"Shooting today?" Long Ya entered the room and closed the door.

"En." The wind chime answered and closed the door.

Ten minutes later, Feng Ling appeared in front of Longya with water droplets on her face that had not been wiped off. The pink sports suit made her look more energetic. Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, and the bangs on her forehead were covered with hair. A navy blue hair tie was bound, revealing a smooth forehead.

The headband seems a bit familiar.

Long Ya didn't worry too much about Feng Ling's attire, and continued the topic just now: "Who are you looking for in this advertisement?"

"I don't know yet. I asked Sister Wen several times, but Sister Wen never said anything, and she kept the mystery." Feng Ling hung the key on the hair rope and slipped it into her wrist, bent over and touched the pork bun. Big head, open the door and go downstairs.

The morning in New York is like Xiaojiabiyu in the Jiangnan water town, covered with a thin veil, with a bit of girlish shyness, standing at the door of the apartment building, there are few pedestrians on the street, looking up at the slightly white fish belly in the sky, wind chimes Taking a deep breath, the coolness of Mu Qiu penetrated into the bottom of my heart.

"Let's go." Long Ya took the lead.

"Yes..." Feng Ling yawned, patted his cheeks, and ran after him, "Long Yajun, don't count me in tomorrow's morning running training."

"What? You want to be lazy again?" Long Ya ran on the spot and waited for Feng Ling to catch up.

"Girls, it's always inconvenient for a few days."

"..."

A new day begins like this.

Feng Ling, who had successfully teased Long Ya back in the morning, was in a very good mood until she entered the studio at noon, humming a light tune, and kept checking the props needed for today's shooting.

"In a good mood?" The boss of the advertising department came over, her originally slender waist looked a little thick, even though she was wearing a slightly loose dress.This older sister only found out she was pregnant after she came back from Atlanta, and it had been more than 50 days since her last menstruation. The director, who was so shocked that he loved his wife like his life, immediately protected her as a national treasure. If she hadn't repeatedly emphasized that her body Strong and lively, maybe she will not be allowed to appear in the studio this time.

"Not bad." Feng Ling raised the corner of her mouth and smiled.

"Is it because of Echizen Ryuya?" Zhang Wen narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice.

"Ok?"

"Did he agree to be your boyfriend?"

"Sister Zhang Wen, have you been on the fence with the three words boyfriend, friend, and friend recently?"

"No, I'm a married woman, or a mother who is about to become a mother. If I want to fight, I will fight with my husband and children."

"Then why do you always propose a boyfriend in front of me?" Ever since she accidentally met Echizen Ryuya, the word boyfriend appeared in her life every day.

"Aren't I worried for you?" Zhang Wen explained with some grievances.

"I'm not in a hurry, sister, what are you in a hurry for?"

"It's because you are not in a hurry that I am in a hurry."

"Then why are you in such a hurry?"

"We said before that after we get married and have children, we have to be each other's godmother, but you think, I'm pregnant now, you can be a godmother, I can't be a godmother, you want In a few years, I will be an old godmother."

"...Can you be a real mother?" The first black line climbed up the back of Fengling's head.

"Oh, a godmother is different from a real mother. There are two concepts. A godson is used to hurt her, while a real son is used to beat her up." Zhang Wen explained solemnly.

"...You are stepmother, sister. Your own son will cry." A second black line climbed up the back of Fengling's head.

"I don't care, anyway, I want to be a godmother, you hurry up to get married and have children and let me be a godmother." Zhang Wen began to play a rogue.

"Then I just grab a guy on the street?"

"Isn't there a ready-made one? It's still high-quality."

"..." Feng Ling felt that all her patience had been worn out by the pregnant woman in Tokyo, Japan and the pregnant woman in New York, USA. She took a few deep breaths and decided to ignore this pregnant woman.

The slightly closed door was pushed open, and everyone in the studio turned their attention to that door, Feng Ling was no exception. She turned her head, and a pair of FILA's latest white sneakers came into her sight first, and raised her eyes , when he saw the man's face clearly, the corner of Feng Ling's mouth twitched fiercely.

Is it him?

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