chance world

"Brother Yu said to let Sister Qing decide." The older child replied.

The youngest girl pulled Fu Ruqing by the corner of her skirt and walked in the direction of everyone, while excitedly echoing: "Sister Qing is sure!"

"It's not enough for you bastards to bother the young master, you also want to disturb the eldest lady!" Several women who sent Fu Ruqing out at the door yelled at the children.

"No problem." Fu Ruqing stopped the woman's yelling, felt the slight pull on the corner of the skirt, and added, "They are so cute." Fu Ruqing had no choice but to hold the little one next to her leg, helplessly He looked down at her, and had no choice but to follow the little girl's strength and walk to everyone.

The women looked at each other, since the young lady and the young master didn't mind, they didn't have to scold the children anymore, so they all consciously went back to the house to do their own business, not to disturb the young lady and her "future husband" get along.

Yinsu followed Fu Ruqing, very happy, it turned out that the young lady loves children so much, when have you seen her show such tenderness before?

Ding Qiyu didn't miss the helplessness in Fu Ruqing's eyes. He felt a little funny and cute at the same time. He stood up from the stool beside the stone table and gave her a warm smile: "Well, the children want you to decide on a pattern."

Fu Ruqing nodded acquiescingly. Seeing this smile, he couldn't help thinking of the conjectures of the women just now, and avoided Ding Qiyu's gaze.

The little girl pulled her to Ding Qiyu's side and then let go of her little hand. The other children consciously made room for her, so that this pair of good-looking "brothers" and sisters stood together.

Fu Ruqing glanced at the materials on the table, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Is it okay to be a butterfly?" She thought of the butterfly paper kite her father bought her when she was very young, and of being held in her mother's arms to watch butterflies. The scene of flying into the sky, unfortunately, the picture is so blurred that she can't tell whether it is a dream or a real memory.

Ding Qiyu heard that the butterfly is not bad, it is simple and feasible to make, and the shape is beautiful enough.The children themselves adore and love Fu Ruqing, and what sister Qing said was good, they unanimously supported: "Be a butterfly, brother Yu will be a butterfly!"

After making up his mind, a circle of small heads surrounded the round stone table, watching Ding Qiyu make the paper kite.Standing beside her, Fu Ruqing was filled with curiosity and anticipation, hoping that Ding Qiyu could make a beautiful and exquisite butterfly paper kite.Yinsu is not interested in Zhiyuan, she just stands on the periphery of the children and pays attention to the relationship between her young lady and Mr. Ding.

Ding Qiyu cut out a big outline of a butterfly out of paper, and picked up a brush to draw, but she couldn’t put down the brush for a long time. Let her use a hard pen to draw mechanical drawings or engraving sketches, and really draw a beautiful painting with a brush on paper. , she doesn't have that ability.

"Let me do it." Fu Ruqing saw her hesitation and offered to paint for the kite.

Ding Qiyu paused when he picked up the pen, raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the person beside him. He immediately put down the pen and gave up the "host" at the table, and Miss Fu drew the paper kite.I was looking forward to the paintings she made. Although the little girl had experienced misfortune at a very young age, she grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth. It can be seen from her temperament of conversation that her talent is not only in business.

Fu Ruqing took a step forward, picked up the brush with his slender hand, tapped the inkstone with the tip of the brush, and held onto his plain clothes with the other hand. After a moment of contemplation, he drew the outline with the brush, allowing the ink to smudge, without hesitation, in one go.

Ding Qiyu watched a freehand ink-colored butterfly gradually appear on the paper. There was no gorgeous color rendering or complicated line drawing. It was just a contrasting contrast between thick ink and light marks, but it was full of charm and meaning.Ding Qiyu's gaze moved from the ink marks on the paper to the ink-colored pen tip, then to the light-white jade fingers, the plain white skirt, the white gauze covering the face, and finally to the pure and focused bright eyes, returning to the ink color.Ding Qiyu realized for the first time that plain colors can also be extremely beautiful, so beautiful that people are suffocating.

"Wow..." "Sister Qing draws so beautifully." "Sister Qing is amazing!" "What a beautiful butterfly!" After Fu Ruqing finished drawing the butterfly, she put down the pen in her hand, and the children were unconscious when they saw the result uttered admiration.

A small hand protruded from the edge of the round table. It turned out that the youngest girl couldn't bear the curiosity and love in her heart, and wanted to touch the beautiful big butterfly on the paper.

Ding Qiyu was taken aback, the ink was still dry, this small slap would destroy the beautiful butterfly drawn by the little girl? "Hey! It's not dry yet, and you can't touch it yet!" While talking, he immediately stretched out his hand, trying to catch the little hand that was patted.With this catch, he took a cool jade hand into his palm...

Fu Ruqing also saw the little girl's movements, and was afraid that she would slap her hands dirty, so she subconsciously tried to stop her movements, but she had the same reaction as Ding Qiyu, the little girl's hands were caught, but her own His hands were also pulled.Feeling the warmth enveloping her, Fu Ruqing wanted to withdraw her hand as if she had been scalded, but was held tightly by Ding Qiyu who was stunned and could not move.

"Hand in hand!" The little girl wrapped in the innermost object frowned and protested.A few older children were also startled and said, "Brother Yu, why did you hold onto Sister Qing's hand?" There was also a little girl who whispered to her little friend beside her: "My mother said that girls You can't be held by a boy casually. Unless it's her husband." Yin Su's eyes widened in the periphery.

Only then did Ding Qiyu, who was in a sluggish state, come to his senses, let go of his hands quickly, raised his hands to his head in a gesture of surrender, and apologized hesitantly: "Sorry, I, I didn't mean it." The lady's expression didn't dare to answer the children's innocent words, she changed the topic and explained to the little girl with a confused face, "The ink is not dry yet, if you touch it, your little hand will turn black."

Fu Ruqing tucked his hands tightly into his sleeves, his face was a little hot, his lips under the veil were slightly pursed, watching the man casually talking about other things, a little annoyance arose in his heart.

"Oh..." The youngest little girl nodded in a daze. She was afraid that her little hands would turn into black balls, and she dared not touch them any more. She climbed on the edge of the table with both hands, stood on tiptoes and continued to look at the beautiful butterfly on the table, with a full face. yearning.

"Sister Qing has finished drawing the butterfly for us. Next, let's make the skeleton of the paper kite!" Ding Qiyu pulled the children's attention from "Brother Yu took Sister Qing's hand" back to making the paper kite, his hands kept moving , according to the size of the butterfly, fold the bamboo strips into a suitable length, and tie them into a strong skeleton. The ink on the butterfly is almost dry, and carefully glue the butterfly and the skeleton together with paste, and check it several times without worry. After confirming that it is correct, the thread ends are bound to the nodes of the skeleton.

Ding Qiyu concentrated on making paper kites, Fu Ruqing had nowhere to vent her embarrassment, so she could only slowly let the temperature on her face return to normal.Ding Qiyu's skillful and serious movements attracted her attention again. She had seen many small tricks made by Ding Qiyu and would often play with her, but this was the first time she saw her in the process of making things. Her heart beat faster, and suddenly I really want to know, is she so serious when she makes every trick for herself?

Ding Qiyu carefully raised the black butterfly kite and announced loudly: "You're done!" Before the children cheered, Ding Qiyu thought of something and added with a frown, "Well, it would be great if there was another streamer on the butterfly's tail , looks good, can balance gravity, and can fly higher.” I searched around, but couldn’t find any suitable material.

I heard a little boy standing next to Fu Ruqing say coyly: "Sister Qing has..."

"Huh?" Fu Ruqing was puzzled, lowered his head to meet the little eyes staring at him eagerly, and suddenly realized that he was referring to his hairband.

When the boy said this, many children cast expectant eyes on Fu Ruqing, hoping that sister Qing could provide a beautiful streamer.

Ding Qiyu also understood what the boy meant, but how can a little girl's hairband be used to make a kite?Ding Qiyu was not happy at first, and defended loudly: "That is sister Qing's hairband, how can I use it to make paper kites?" I regretted that I brought up the streamer, and wanted to remedy it, "You can put it very high without the streamer. I'll show you a demonstration."

Fu Ruqing was also a little hesitant, would it look too casual with loose hair?But I couldn't bear to see the children's big dim eyes. I thought that everyone present except this person and Yinsu were all children. I pursed my pink lips. After thinking for a while, I actually raised my hand and took off my own hair headband.

Rubao's long hair was scattered casually like that, and it only caught Ding Qiyu's eyes for a moment.

Fu Ruqing turned his head to avoid the man's scorching gaze, and handed the hair tie in front of her. Ding Qiyu stretched out his hand to take it in a daze. His hands were as delicate and smooth as satin, and the hair tie seemed to still carry Fu Ruqing's eerie look. Ding Qiyu was even more reluctant to use this ribbon to make paper kites.But the children around looked at me expectantly, and there was no way to do it, so they bent down and patted the non-existent dust on the round table, fearing that the white and flawless hairband would be dirty, so they carefully Tie the hair tie on the "tail" of the butterfly kite.

Yin Su, who was watching from the outside, had never seen such a tender side of Fu Ruqing, and couldn't help but be surprised. The lady even took off her hairband for the sake of the children?

Made by Ding Qiyu, painted by Fu Ruqing, and provided with headbands, the butterfly paper kite is finally "out of the oven" perfectly. The children are eager to try it, and they all want to see Brother Yu release the paper kite: "Brother Yu, release the paper kite!"

Fu Ruqing could no longer remember how the process of releasing the paper kite was going to be. Once again, the little girl's heart was aroused, and she looked forward to it with the children, and also wanted to see Ding Qiyu release the paper kite.

It was still early at noon, and Ding Qiyu looked at the sky. The weather was clear and the autumn air was crisp, which was a suitable day for kite flying. When he turned his head, he caught the look of anticipation in Fu Ruqing's eyes.Rather than taking the children to fly kites, she wants to satisfy the little girl who hasn't experienced much childhood happiness.After counting the number of children, there are eleven little ones in total, and the children are quite obedient, and the three adults should be able to take care of them, so they invited Fu Ruqing, "Little... Miss, let's take the children to play together." Paper kites." Another step was given to the thin-skinned Miss Fu.