Yes?

Song Fuling and Lu Pan had to meet each other again.

I want to find the answer in his eyes: Where do you want to go?

"Come with me."

Lu Pan led Song Fuling along the river, walking and walking, even passing the mill.

Lu Pan also glanced at the waterwheel and mill standing there, how there were people there, how this village was full of people.

Song Fuling also followed his eyes and looked sideways, "Master Lu, we have built two mills and built a bigger waterwheel in the village, do you want to go and have a look?" "She never forgets that she is a "tour guide." ”

Walking on the land side in front of him, he didn't look back, and replied very firmly with his backpack:

"Don't look."

Song Fuling, who followed closely, silently complained at Lu Pan's back with her mouth, only she knew what she said.

At the same time.

Shunzi leaned against the big wooden door of Old Man Fang's house, throwing cherries into his mouth, and squinting his eyes to grin silly in the distance:

Master, what can be taken away for you, the small ones are all taken away for you.

Today, it's really the right time and place, and even my husband is not at home, what a good opportunity.

At this time, you and Miss Song are alone, right?

At this time, you should have given away the gifts you have been preparing for so long, right?

But Junko smiled and smiled, but the smile on her face slowly faded, and she suddenly sighed with emotion, thinking:

A gift is a gift after all, a dead thing.

In Miss Song's eyes, you just gave her a gift.

Rejoice, can give you a smile.

If you don't rejoice, maybe it's still ......

Alas.

But she didn't know that you saw, planed, filed, and grinded for that thing.

That's what you, in Qingcheng, have carefully built with countless nights.

For many nights, the little ones have seen you crack to the injured area when you are making it, and they are secretly gritting their teeth in pain.

Only the little ones know.

The little one only admitted today that he was really stupid.

Because I can't find a way, I don't know how to let Miss Song know.

"Junko?" Qian Peiying shouted.

"Well, here you are, ma'am."

He can do any work, he can do anything, even if he is a cow or a horse in the future, I just ask your girl to be kind to my young master.

……

If you go any further, you will enter the fields.

Lu Pan suddenly stood down and looked back at Song Fuling by the river.

Song Fuling didn't understand the meaning in his eyes, but he intuitively felt that he was exuding a little urgency.

It doesn't feel wrong.

Lu Pan was thinking in his heart: This is here, there is no one, okay, just say it here.

"Can you help me take my baggage off? I have a back injury. ”

Song Fuling stepped forward speechless in her heart:

Then what did you carry it on your back before, you thought that you learned from my dad to carry a backpack, and the backpack was gone, no problem at all.

After a long time, you have to work hard to unload it, and you have to rely on people to help.

The girl's green fingers rested on Lu Pan's shoulders and helped her take off her bag.

Lu Pan tilted his head, always looking at the fingers on his shoulder.

The finger was only on his shoulder for a moment, though.

When Song Fuling was about to hand him the bag, Lu Pan said, "Help me open it." ”

The girl crouched down, put her bag on the ground, and did as she was told.

"There's a box in there, help me get it out."

Song Fuling took it out and took a look, and immediately:

Wow, the wood of red sandalwood cannot be made for thousands of years, and every inch of wood is gold.

What caught her eye even more was that it was so exquisite, and there was a maple leaf on the surface of the box.

It's not like modern printing and pasting, the person who made the box first carved a maple leaf concave surface from the wood, and then put the real maple leaf into it, and tightly fitted it.

"Open the box."

"Still open?"

"Yes."

Song Fuling fiddled with the slip lock, opened the lid of the box and was stunned.

Inside, on the flannel is a rosewood comb.

Lu Pan looked at the top of the girl's head, full of anticipation: "How are you doing?" ”

"You can see that you put a lot of effort into it."

Gritted his teeth and mustered up his courage: "Does Poria like him?" ”

Song Fuling suddenly raised her head and looked at Lu Pan, her mouth half open, and her heartbeat was a little fast.

Maple leaf, wooden comb.

In ancient times, there was a maple leaf love story, and in modern times, there are pieces of maple leaf love songs.

As for the wooden comb: one comb to the end, the second comb to the white hair and eyebrows, and the third comb is full of children and grandchildren.

The two of them squatted and stood together, looking at each other in pairs.

Lu Pan's eyes followed the slightest emotion in the girl's eyes.

At the same time, he is also telling with his eyes:

Poria do you know what I mean?

A tree and a comb tell the spring and autumn, a leaf tells the tenderness, and hold your hand for a lifetime.