Bunch of grass

A year later, at the US Tennis Center in New York, USA, the final of the US Open is being held here.

The sun was so bright that it was outrageous, and the sky was so blue that it can be described as it often appears in elementary school students' compositions: the sky is clear and cloudless, and the wind that blows on the face brings waves of heat. He pulled his neckline, raised his sketchbook to block the light, and turned to look at the silver-haired woman and her husband sitting on the right: "Why are you here?"

"Today is a good day for Senior Long Ya, of course we are here to witness." Feng Xiyan said with a smile.

"Ah? Good day?" Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, and she vaguely heard other meanings from the woman's words.

"Hehe... Yan Yan said that today is the big day for Senior Long Ya to win the US Open, so we all came to witness." Fuji Zhou Zhu quickly explained.

"Really?" Fengling looked at Feng Xiyan suspiciously, then turned her head, not noticing that the silver-haired woman stuck out her tongue quietly at her husband, and her eyes fell on the purple-gray-haired man sitting on the left and him. on his wife, "Is this also the reason for you?"

"Yes, I brought this specially." Zhan Lan raised the DV player in his hand as affirmation and affirmation of Feng Xiyan's words, a smile flashed in his sea-like blue eyes.

"What an ungorgeous woman." Atobe raised his hand to caress the tear mole in the corner of his eye, and his dark blue phoenix eyes stared at the dark green-haired man standing outside the court doing warm-up exercises, but he didn't know what the unglamorous woman he was referring to was referring to. Is it his wife or the wind chimes.

"Are you so sure that he will win the championship?" Although he knew that it was a bit inappropriate to ask this question at this time, Feng Ling still asked a bit unsightly.

There was a brief dead silence around for a second, and a magnetic voice came from behind: "Ah, Xiaoling seems to have no confidence in Senior Long Ya."

Feng Ling looked back at the blue-haired young man in the back row wearing a pair of plain glasses, and the several familiar faces. The corners of her mouth twitched fiercely. It wasn't that she didn't have confidence, but that you were too confident.

Feng Ling pursed her lips, did not say this, turned her head to look at the field, at this time the man with dark green hair who had finished warming up entered the field, raised his head and scanned the auditorium, and the places where his eyes passed caused a lot of attention. There was a scream, and when his gaze collided with her, the man slightly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a slight smile, Feng Ling smiled knowingly, put the sketchbook on his lap, took out a carbon pencil from his backpack, and opened a new book. The page was drawn on the white paper, and after a while, a young man carrying a racket appeared on the paper.

A beautiful outspin serve kicked off the game. There was silence on the court. Small yellow balls shuttled on both sides of the net. You came and went, you attacked and I defended. There are several familiar moves, including Tezuka's zero-style slice, Echizen's whirlwind shot, and Sanada's Fubayashi volcano.

Entering the tie-break match of the fifth set, the two sides exchanged venues again. Feng Ling looked at Long Ya who was walking past the stands, and saw that his bangs on his forehead had already been wet with sweat, sticking to his forehead. The beads slid down the cheeks to the chin. Although there was some fatigue on the face due to physical exertion, the amber phoenix eyes were still full of fighting spirit. Feng Ling bit her lips lightly, lowered her head, and looked at the new picture Freeze his expression on the paper.

"Huh?" A soft hum sounded in his ears, and Feng Ling subconsciously turned his head to look. The purple-gray haired man sitting on the left gently tapped the tear mole in the corner of his eye. It was from his mouth.

"Hehe...the limit of seamlessness." A calm voice came from behind, Fengling couldn't help being stunned, and turned to look at the young man with violet hair sitting behind him. He seemed to be aware of his gaze, and lowered his eyes , smiled at himself, then raised his head and continued to look at the court.

"Cut, Madamadadane." The cat-eyed youth sitting next to the violet-haired youth raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat, and said casually, but the serious expression on his face was completely opposite to his tone.

Feng Ling blinked, turned around, and looked at the dark green-haired youth standing on the court. He held the racket in one hand, and stared at the tennis ball flying from the opposite side. This high ball was really far from the ground. He He trotted for two steps, jumped up, made a beautiful turn in the air with his good air force, and swung his racket backhand. The ground slammed into the opponent's court, rubbing against the air and making a "stab la la" sound.

The other party didn't have time to react, only to see the tennis ball brushing his cheek and hitting the ground, it didn't bounce up like before, but rolled out of bounds against the ground, it didn't bounce back until it hit the wall, and jumped After a few moments, there was no movement.

The audience fell into a dead silence.Feng Ling stared blankly at the yellow ball, not daring to take a breath.

"The phoenix...the phoenix returning to the nest?" Xiyan's voice sounded a little trembling, "Brother Zhou Zhu, it's the phoenix returning to the nest."

"...Mmm." After a long time, Bu Er replied.

Fengling came back to her senses, turned her head to look at Fuji and his wife, and saw Xiyan's eyes glistening with tears, her hands tightly grasping Fuji's wrist, Fengling was slightly taken aback, and glimpsed the figure from the corner of her eyes The young man with dark green hair standing tall and straight on the field had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask.

"Huh...it's pretty gorgeous." Atobe folded his hands on his chest and said calmly, Zhan Lan glanced back at her husband, and reached out to hold his left hand.

"It's been a long time since I saw such a perfect phoenix returning to the nest. Isn't that right, Tezuka?" Yukimura said with a slight smile.

"Ah." Tezuka, whose name was called, replied.

Listening to the conversation behind her, Feng Ling pursed her lips, and the image of the young man with dark green hair just hitting the ball kept appearing in her mind. She lowered her head, held a charcoal pen, and drew the scene just now on the paper Gradually, her world became peaceful.

At some point, a black shadow blocked the light in front of the wind chime, she couldn't help but frowned, raised her head, a handsome face came into sight, her hand paused slightly, and subconsciously looked around, Zhanlan The DV camera in his hand was facing her, countless eyes fell on her, and at the same time, there were flashing lights one after another.The sketchbook in her hand was snatched away by Xi Yan who was sitting next to her, and she looked at the dark green-haired youth standing in front of her in a bit of bewilderment when her hand was suddenly empty.

Echizen Ryuya casually placed the golden disc in his hand on the ground, knelt down on one knee, and screams and whistles rang out all around.

Fengling's heartbeat missed a beat inexplicably, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes, only to see Longya, with one hand behind her back, conjure a budding rose out of thin air and send it to Fengling, with dewdrops on the outermost petals of the bud , Fengling stared blankly at the young man with dark green hair, only to hear him say: "Xiaoling, are you ready to get married?"

Feng Ling's eyes turned slightly hot, and she nodded emphatically.

Long Ya raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and he snapped his fingers. The budding rose in his hand slowly bloomed, as if it had been enchanted. She couldn't take her eyes off the wind chime, and a platinum diamond ring appeared in front of her as the petals opened. , Longya picked up the diamond ring lying in the heart of the flower, bit the rose stem in her mouth, held the left hand of the wind chime with one hand, put the diamond ring into her middle finger, raised her head, took off the rose in her mouth, and handed it to her. Holding the wind chime, the amber phoenix eyes looked at the woman with tears in her eyes, and said, "Marry me."

Not an interrogative sentence, but an imperative sentence.

"Okay." Feng Ling stretched out his hand to take the rose, a teardrop welled out of his eye socket, slid down his cheek, and dripped down on the blooming flower along his chin.

"Now Mr. Echizen Ryuya can kiss your fiancée." A magnetic voice came from behind, with a bit of banter.

"Brother Renzu is right, hurry up and kiss."

"Sasa... don't kiss carelessly."

"Hey, you guys..." Fengling, who had just been promoted to Echizen Longya's fiancée, glared at the two women who were afraid of chaos.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss..." At first, there was a small-scale booing, and then the voice became louder and louder. People who were still in the stands joined the camp one after another, and even the reporters echoed while carrying their cameras.

Long Ya scanned the audience, stood up, and pulled Fengling up, wrapping around Fengling's waist with one hand, the booing stopped abruptly, and there was silence all around.Long Ya frowned slightly, and he moved to Feng Ling's ear and said something, Feng Ling was slightly taken aback, she subconsciously glanced at the DV player in Zhan Lan's hand, and nodded, the smile on Long Ya's lips gradually became stronger, silently He said: one, two...

"Oops..." Ren Zuzu, who was sitting in the back row, hadn't finished speaking, and saw Long Ya running wildly with the wind chime, running out of the tennis center along the steps on the left side of the stand, and the photographers who came to their senses only captured The running backs of Long Ya and Feng Ling reacted a little faster to capture the bright smile on Long Ya's face after the scheme succeeded.

"Ah, just ran away like this?" Xi Yan, who was holding a sketchbook in her arms, stared blankly at the two figures who disappeared at the exit, expressing everyone's aspirations.

"Hehe...it really is the style of Senior Longya." Fuji said as he picked up the US Open champion's trophy that Echizen Ryuya had discarded.

The black off-road vehicle drove out of the parking lot of the tennis center, Feng Ling held the steering wheel, glanced at the diamond ring on his left middle finger, glanced at Long Ya who was sitting in the co-pilot from the corner of his eye, and he just hung up the phone, handsome A smug smile appeared on her face, she pursed her lips and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Restaurant." Long Ya turned on the car TV.

"Use a car as a mortgage?" Feng Ling knew which restaurant Long Ya was referring to, but just fled in a hurry, not to mention the wallet, even the backpack and sketchbook were left there.

"The old man said that if I succeed in proposing to you, he will give me a one-year exemption."

"..."

"The U.S. Open came to an end today. Ryuya Echizen from Japan won the championship and won his first Grand Slam." A sweet female voice came from the car TV, and Feng Ling subconsciously Taking a quick look, what was shown on the TV was Longya's final blow, which Yukimura and Xiyan called "the phoenix returns to the nest".

"Is this trick called Phoenix Returning to the Nest?" The traffic light ahead turned red, Feng Ling stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped.

"...En." Long Ya responded.

"Didn't you create it?"

"...a friend I met a long time ago."

"Oh." Feng Ling responded without continuing to ask. The scene on the TV changed to Long Ya proposing to her, followed by countless people booing "kiss". Looking away, she turned her head to look at the front, her arm was lightly touched by someone, just as Feng Ling turned her head back, she felt her eyes darkened and her lips softened, she stared at Long Ya blankly.

I saw this fellow smiled and said: "Engagement kiss."

Feng Ling gave Long Ya a blank look, then turned her head, the traffic light turned green, she stepped on the accelerator, and the black off-road vehicle followed the traffic and drove forward.

The author has something to say: Lu la la la, I finally propose... la la la la...