Bunch of grass

The atmosphere of Christmas is getting stronger and stronger, Feng Ling is so busy that she even cancels the morning jog that has just started.

On the first day of the holiday, Fengling woke up early, washed up briefly, prepared breakfast for the pork buns, and then went out with a box of milk. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Echizen Ryuya in a suit and leather shoes standing at the door. Feng Ling couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then reacted, handed over the milk in his hand, turned around and closed the door, locked the door and turned around again, neatly and in one go.

"Okay?" Long Ya raised her eyebrows.

"En." Feng Ling threw the key into the backpack, walked quickly to the elevator entrance, pressed the down button, and looked back at Long Ya who was biting the straw. At this time, his behavior was completely different from the equipment he was currently wearing. He couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile, "Long Yajun, thank you for taking a day out when training is so intense."

"It's nothing." Long Ya put one hand into his trousers pocket, looked up at the display screen above the elevator, a small arc at the corner of his mouth revealed his current mood, "It's good to come out to relax once in a while." Anyway In two days, the Atobu will organize a competition, and then it will be good to find the practice that was missing today on the field.

The elevator stopped on the twelfth floor, the silver-white stainless steel door opened, and there was no one in the elevator. The two walked into the elevator one after another. Maybe it was because it was a holiday, and everyone wanted to sleep late, so the elevator did not stop Go straight down to the underground parking lot.

Get in the car, fasten your seat belt, the black off-road vehicle drives out of the parking lot of the apartment building, there are not many people and cars on the street, the shops on the roadside are decorated with Christmas elements, and the wind chimes turn their heads Looking at the Santa Claus pendant hanging under the rear mirror, he raised his hand and touched it lightly. The bell hanging at Santa Claus's feet shook slightly and made a melodious sound.

The journey went smoothly. An hour later, the car drove into the parking lot in front of the terminal at Kennedy International Airport. Feng Ling took out her phone from her bag, glanced at it, and unbuckled her seat belt: "They should be coming soon."

"Well, let's go." Longya opened the car door, looked at the side-view mirror, brushed her hair, smoothed out the invisible wrinkles on her clothes, and followed Feng Ling into the terminal building.

Fengling found the flight information on the LCD screen, looked left and right, but before she could tell the direction, her hands warmed up, and a clear voice came from her ear: "This way."

"Oh." Feng Ling looked down at the sharp-boned hand. The temperature in the palm of the hand was transmitted to the brain through the nerves of the skin. Due to holding the racket for many years, there was a thin callus on the tiger's mouth. Although it was a bit hard, it didn't seem to affect it. Feeling, Feng Ling's heart was slightly warmed, and a bright red crept up to her ears. She looked up at the back of the dark green-haired young man, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

Waiting at the airport entry gate, Fengling anxiously searched for a familiar figure, and people left one after another, but the person she was waiting for did not appear for a long time.

"Not yet?" Long Ya glanced at Feng Ling and asked.

"No." Feng Ling shook her head and took out her phone, but there were no calls or text messages.

"Ah... are you Echizen Ryuya-kun?" A fluent and pure Japanese sounded in my ear.

"I am." Long Ya turned her head and looked at two men and a woman who were standing beside her at an unknown time, the older man was pushing a luggage cart, and the younger boy was looking him up and down with his hands behind his back , while the middle-aged woman who spoke just now had a smile on her face. The brows of the three members of this family all showed some similarities. ,"Hello."

"Ah? What are you doing?" Feng Ling, who was wondering if there was a signal problem with her mobile phone, looked up at Long Ya. When her eyes fell on the three people standing behind Long Ya, she let out a cry of joy and flew towards the middle-aged man. In the woman's arms, "Dad, Mom!"

Feng's father looked at his daughter dotingly, and Feng's mother patted her on the back affectionately: "You are such a big person, and you are still acting like a baby, so I am not afraid that Long Yajun will laugh at you." Then she looked up and took over Feng's father. Long Ya, who was holding the luggage cart, said with a smile, "Long Ya, Xiaoling must have caused you a lot of trouble."

A black thread climbed up the back of Fengling's head, she smiled apologetically, held her mother's arm helplessly, and called out: "Mom, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"What am I talking about. You see, Mr. Long Ya took the time to pick us up, isn't it troublesome?" Mother Feng glanced at her daughter with a slightly annoyed expression, "You are so ignorant." After scolding her daughter, she looked at Long Ya again , "Longya is very busy recently, right? Xiaoling is still in the United States, and I have troubled you to take care of her."

Who is taking care of whom?Another black line climbed up the back of Feng Ling's head. She quietly rolled her eyes, let go of her mother's arm, and turned her head to look at her younger brother who was walking beside him with his hands waving. She hadn't seen her for almost a year. The growth hormone seems to be rushing upwards, and now she is only a head shorter than Long Ya. She raised her hand and touched her brother's head: "Feng'er, where did you come out from? Why didn't I see it?"

"Hee hee, why do you still have us in my sister's eyes now?" Brother Feng said with a narrow smile, slipping his feet and nimbly dodging Feng Ling's iron sand palm.

"Sister, don't do anything if it's a big festival." Feng Feng dodged to hide behind Long Ya, and shouted.

"Well, come here, I promise I won't kill you."

"Don't come, absolutely not."

"There will be no braised elbows that night."

"Ah, don't be like this. My dear sister, my love for you is like a surging river, endless..."

Walking out of the terminal, after Longya had loaded all the luggage into the trunk of the off-road vehicle and placed them in the trunk, Mother Feng also arranged the seats for the family of four in the car, with her daughter placed directly behind the driver's seat and her son behind. In the middle of the row, the husband sat directly behind the co-pilot, and she sat in the co-pilot.

"Dad, what is mom doing?" Feng Ling asked her father secretly through her younger brother, speaking in Chinese.

"Hmm... I guess it's the mother-in-law and the son-in-law." Father Feng touched his chin and replied with a straight face.

"..."

After returning to the apartment, eating a simple meal and washing up, Mother Feng sent Longya an invitation to come to the house for dinner at night and received a positive answer, and went to catch up on jet lag with her husband and son contentedly, Seeing that he had nothing to do, Char Siu Bao ran to the balcony to find a sunny corner to replenish calcium in his body. Feng Ling and Long Ya were left staring at each other in the huge living room.

"Well……"

"Ah well..."

The two smiled at each other.

"Long Yajun speak first."

"You speak first."

They all spoke in unison again.

"You go ahead." Long Ya put one hand into her trouser pocket, raised her eyebrows.

"Mr. Long Ya, do you want to go back and have a rest, and then come over with Mr. Long Ma for dinner." Feng Ling pursed her lips and said.

Hearing the eviction order in Feng Ling's words, Long Ya touched the car keys in her pocket, and asked without answering, "You want to go out?"

"Well, the food at home is not enough, I'm going to the supermarket to buy some more." Feng Ling didn't count the two brothers from the Echizen family on tonight's table at all, but since her mother invited her, she couldn't say no.

"Nearby supermarket?"

"Ah."

"There's a sporting goods store right next door. I'll go buy some rolls of sweatbands."

"……it is good."

The two went out one after the other. The moment the door was closed, the three people who were supposed to catch up on sleep appeared in the living room at the same time, and the char siu buns that were on the balcony to replenish calcium also rushed in.

"Anata, what do you think?" Mother Feng poked her husband with her elbow and asked.

"Aha... how about what?" Father Feng, who was dragged out of bed by his wife, yawned and looked at his wife blankly.

"Oh." Mother Feng raised her hand and slapped her husband, and said with a bit of hatred, "I'm asking what do you think of Long Ya? Long Ya!"

"He looks pretty good, much better looking than his father. I guess this kid looks like his mother."

"Who asked you this!"

Seeing that his wife was a little annoyed, Father Feng was quite helpless. He drove his gossip-looking son back to the guest room, put his arms around his wife's shoulders, and said, "I know you are looking at your son-in-law, and I also know that Echizen Longya is a good kid. , and our daughter is also very suitable, but have you asked the children what they mean? What does Xiaoling think, what does Long Ya think, do you know? Don’t be so hot about shaving your head, when the time comes, you will be Zhu Bajie looking in the mirror .”

"What do you mean?"

"There are no people inside and out."

"...I don't care about her. Why did I become Zhu Bajie?"

"Let's not get involved in children's affairs. In case neither of them has this intention, you will embarrass the two children by doing so."

"The male is unmarried, the female is unmarried, and they are all single youths. What if they are interested? Then I am doing a great job." Mother Feng rolled her husband's eyes and clapped her hands, "Just ask Xiaoling at night, by the way, Old man, you can also take a side-by-side look at Long Ya's thoughts." Mother Feng gave her husband another look, which meant "If you don't make a good use of it, I will pay for my air ticket this time."

Looking at the back of his wife Shi Shiran leaving, Dad Feng couldn't laugh or cry. He glanced at the family portrait his daughter put on the TV cabinet, and shook his head helplessly: My daughter, your father can only help you here. , you still have to go by yourself, take care.

Feng Ling and Long Ya, who didn't know that they had already been watched by the old couple at home, were picking vegetables in the supermarket. Feng Ling, who was holding tomatoes in his hand, and Long Ya, who was holding potatoes, sneezed one after the other, and the two looked at each other. At a glance, Feng Ling put the tomatoes in his hand into the bag, and freed up a hand to wrap the scarf around his neck: "It seems that the heating is not turned on in the supermarket?"

"Well, the temperature is a little lower." Long Ya threw the selected potatoes into the cart, and took a step forward, "Do you want ginger and garlic?"

"No, I have them at home." Feng Ling rummaged through the pile of tomatoes without looking back.

"Oh." Long Ya responded, and took another step forward, "Where's the bell pepper?"

"No sweet peppers, but hot peppers." Feng Ling finally picked out the last tomato, and she walked towards Long Ya with the bag.

What they don't realize is that their current way of getting along has entered the business of old married couples.

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