I like you, nothing to do with you

?That day, the wind chime didn't move a pen, and the paper on the easel was still white.

After dinner, Fengling sat alone on the deck chair on the balcony, leaned back slightly, and the back of the chair fell back. The night sky was unobstructed, and the moon was in the sky, surrounded by two halos like seven-colored rainbows, like fish scales The cloud-shaped clouds were dyed with silvery white light, and they were scattered around the full moon. She let out a long breath, as if she wanted to let out all the dissatisfaction hidden in her chest.

The cool night wind came slowly, Feng Ling closed his eyes, and the handsome face in the afternoon flashed involuntarily in his mind, and the smile that was so gentle to the bone.

A not-so-light weight weighed on her body, Feng Ling opened her eyes, and a soft little face came into view. Seeing her eyes open, the corners of her mouth raised, and a bright smile appeared on her little face: "Sister." The soft and waxy voice was deliberately prolonged, with a bit of coquettishness.

"Come on, what happened again?" He spoke in fluent Chinese. Feng Ling naturally understood his younger brother's temperament very well. Looking at his younger brother's expression, he probably knew what was going on behind him without asking.

"En...well... that..." Brother Feng hesitated for a long time without saying a word, with his hands behind his back.

Fengling glanced at her younger brother, sat up, put her arms around his back, and smiled slightly on her lips: "Did you ruin my painting?" Only at this time, her younger brother would look like this.

"Hey...hey..." Brother Feng smirked a few times and lowered his head.

"Which one?" Feng Ling raised her eyebrows, she had put away all the important paintings, and there were only a few that this little guy could get his hands on.

"This... this." The little guy took out the things on his back and handed them to Feng Ling.

Feng Ling took a closer look, and what Feng Ling was holding was the painting that Feng Ling was preparing to participate in the competition, but the painting that could not be seen before was torn apart at this moment. Judging from the tear, it seemed that after a A bitter struggle.

Seeing that the wind chime stopped talking, little brother Feng was a little scared, he stretched out a hand and tugged at the sleeve of the wind chime, and said, "Sister, it's none of my business. Xiaolongbao, it’s all to blame, if it didn’t jump up to bite, this painting wouldn’t be broken.” Brother Feng raised his finger and pointed to the golden retriever lying on the side.

After the golden retriever named Xiaolongbao was dubbed the "culprit" inexplicably, he looked at his little master innocently, opened his mouth and kept sticking out his tongue, humming...

Feng Ling pursed her lips, reached out to take the shredded paper from her younger brother's hand, and remained silent.

"Sister...sister, I was wrong, sorry." Brother Feng tugged on Fengling's sleeve again, begging, with a hint of crying in his voice.

If it is broken, it will be broken, sooner or later it will be torn to pieces.Thinking of this, the small flame that had just ignited in Fengling's heart was extinguished by Fengling herself before it could become a prairie fire, and she tore the shredded paper in her hand to pieces.

Zila Zila's voice shattered the tranquility of the night. Brother Feng stared at his sister in astonishment, exchanged glances with Xiaolongbao beside him, and muttered, "It's over, my sister has lost her mind and gone crazy."

"Woof..." Xiaolongbao called out in agreement.

Feng Ling stuffed the torn pieces of paper into his pocket, arched his fingers and gently tapped Brother Feng's clean forehead, resting his hips with one hand and his back with the other, Standing up, the siblings walked into the living room, Xiaolongbao followed behind, a middle-aged beautiful woman who was sitting on the sofa and playing with a fruit plate looked up, looked at the siblings, pursed her lips and smiled, and said: "At this time It's still a bit cold at night, you two are not afraid."

"Young man, what are you afraid of?" The middle-aged man sitting next to the beautiful woman put down the newspaper in his hand and said.

Brother Feng struggled to get down from Fengling's arms, put one hand on his hips, pointed to the ceiling with the other, made an Ultraman posture, and screamed: "A man is a man, blood is not tears!" His voice was high, his expression was firm, and he was imposing. Majestic, it's just that the saliva bursting out of his mouth to build momentum destroyed his heroic image at this moment.

Feng Ling couldn't help laughing out loud, but her laughter made Brother Feng turn from sunny to cloudy in an instant, and the heavy rain might turn into thunderstorm at any moment. Putting the orange in his mouth, he turned and slipped back into the room.

Just when the door was closed, a golden figure rushed in, his black eyes met those round almond-shaped eyes, Feng Ling smiled brightly, and raised his hand to caress the furry head of Xiaolongbao. narrowed his eyes.

After a good communication between the human and the dog, Feng Ling threw the scraps of paper in his pocket into the trash can, reached out to take off the paper on the drawing board, and pulled out the last one. There were only a few strokes on the white paper, But she simply sketched out the general artistic conception, she stared at a certain place on the paper, the boy's clothes fluttered, the hairband on his forehead danced under the wind, the tennis racket in his hand seemed to be given life by the boy, That handsome face flashed in his mind, and Feng Ling's face became slightly hot.

"Woof..." Xiao Long Bao called out as if sensing that the little master's brainwaves were not here.

Fengling came back to his senses, glanced at Xiaolongbao, saw a bit of contempt from those shiny dog ​​eyes, recalled the picture that appeared in his brain just now, Fengling raised his hand and pushed away the dog's head that was approaching, and took the drawing paper Fold it and put it in the drawer, take out the textbook and start a new struggle.