Song Fuling watched Lu Pan stand up from in front of her, picked up the fox fur.

When this man stood up, he was really tall.

is more than half a head taller than her father, and even more obvious to her, it is simply Yao Ming and Coco Li standing together.

Song Fuling's eyes flashed, and she glanced down at her milky white hands stained with furnace ash.

After a while, I have to remember that after this person leaves, take calcium tablets and vitamins, she forgot to take medicine yesterday, so that the wolf will be scared, don't be any longer.

"General, then I'll go out first," Song Fuling smiled and pointed to the teacup: "You taste it, this is a newly made milk tea, and I don't know if you can get used to it." Mi Shou will be able to come back later, if you have something to do, you can ask him to go out and call me, and Grandpa will come over when he is busy. ”

After Song Fuling finished speaking, she nodded politely at Lu Pan, and then turned around and went out.

Lu Pan bent down slightly and put his coat on the kang.

watched Song Ling's back combing her head.

Turn around and go, not the kind of going back a few steps and then going out.

was alone in the house, and Lu Pan didn't sit down again.

Picked up the teacup, drank milk tea, and drank two cups in a row, which was quite delicious.

Turn your head around and look around at the little room.

It was found that the family did not fold all the clothes and put them away, but tied sticks on the wall, and used something like a garment brace made of a wooden frame to support the thick clothes so that they would not be folded and hung on the wall.

Sister Mi Shou has the largest number of outer cloaks.

On the kang, the bedding is not a long strip, but a square one.

The bedding is clean and the duvet cover is colorful.

On the windowsill, there are several clay pots with green onions in them and sewing baskets next to them.

Lu Pan's eyes fell on the kang near the door, where there was a small square kang table.

On the kang table, there are pens and papers, and it can be seen that there should be a book he gave to Mi Shou.

Lu Pan put down the teacup and paced over.

I picked up the top stack of papers and looked at it, and my face immediately showed relief.

Because Lu Pan can see that the person who writes is seriously drawing big characters one by one.

And as you flip through the pages one by one, you can also see that you should write a lot of words every day, and you have made great progress.

His hand turning over the paper suddenly stopped, and he pulled out one of the drawings that was sandwiched inside.

At this moment:

"No need to stomp your feet, it's okay, come in," Song Fuling politely led Junzi into the house.

Junko still absentmindedly stomped the snow on her feet.

Absent-minded because, this turned out to be Miss Song? He didn't even dare to admit it just now.

"Young master, little me?"

Lu Pan waved his hand to stop it, and stared at Song Fuling who had just entered the house, "Who wrote this?" ”

"What." Song Fuling stepped forward a few steps and leaned over to see.

The cold wind and hot wind drifted over, Lu Pan's nose moved, and he smelled the fragrance on the girl's body, and he didn't know if it was in her hair or on her face, the fragrance was not the same.

He stepped back without a trace.

In order to say it more clearly, Lu Pan raised the drawings in his hand and said: "There are two pictures and characters drawn on it, which seem to be written by a child of a few years old, you go and call him." ”

Song Lingling had already seen the piece of paper, which she had drawn herself, and she could recognize it at a glance.

She looked up at the tall Lu Bin, her brows furrowed slightly:

How old is it? Still a child?

When this man speaks, how can he bury people so well?

"I wrote it."

Lu Pan's brows moved slightly, and the hand holding the paper was also slightly forced, looking back at Song Fuling, silent.

How is it possible, your words, I have seen.

Junko took a look at this, looked at that, and glanced at the drawings in the young master's hand again.

He came in cold, and please forgive him for being a little confused.

I can't figure out what kind of dumb riddle these two people are playing when they look at each other.

Junko: "That,"

"You wrote that?"

"yes, what's wrong?"

Lu Pan understood, okay, it seems that the letter in the cake box before was misunderstood by him.

And the sister that Mi Shou said can write a good hand, and ......

"Tell me what you're drawing."

Song Fuling took the paper, "This is a hand-cranked beating, I am thinking about it, this is a hand-cranked juicing, I make a cake, and I want to use them?" ”

Lu Pan interrupted, took a step forward, pulled the paper, and pointed to one of the lines: "What are you writing here?" ”

Song Fuling said: "It is the auxiliary support rod on both sides of the egg beater, I think, when the time comes, grab the end of the hand grip with one hand, hold up the auxiliary support rod on both sides, and shake the handle on the bowl to beat the egg." And with this, the egg beating can be controlled by itself, and the egg liquid is evenly beaten, and my gear is a bevel gear set, and what I write is an explanation. ”

Lu Pan immediately understood in his mind: "It seems that the vertical axis is drawn next to you." ”

"Yes, that's what it is."

Song Fuling also has a feeling that she has finally met an expert, and she understands it as soon as she says it. Unlike her father, when you talk to him about the auxiliary support bar, he asks you where the main support bar is.

Lu Pan took half a step forward, "This is a chute?" ”

Song Lingling nodded straight at Lu Pan: "Yes, I don't know if it's right, I just thought, after making multiple arc-shaped blades, the hinge should be set up with a recessed card slot, the joystick head should be equipped with a concave card that matches this card slot, and the head card should be inserted into the card slot." ”

Lu Pan continued the second half of the sentence: "The arc blade should be installed outside the shaft, and the position height of each arc blade on the shaft should be different. ”

"Is it different in height?"

"That's what you want to do."

"Huh? Then I really didn't expect it," Song Fuling smiled: "At that time, I was only concerned about drawing a filter groove net, squeezing the juice, and I had to filter out the dregs." ”

Lu Pan: "Even if it is a filter, it must be a lock, and the lock is a ring-shaped ferrule. ”

"Then let it hold onto somewhere, where to eye."

"Here." Lu Pan picked up the pen on the kang table.

Song Fuling hurriedly said: "I grind ink," walked two steps and suddenly remembered, what else to grind: "Can you use charcoal?" ”

"Bring it."

Junzi witnessed the whole process, didn't interject the whole time, and the second monk who listened to the whole process was confused, what were these two talking about, it was all black talk.

And, you look, you look, those two people, pulling a piece of paper together, pointing, and the two of them got together to chat.

This is pictured again.

Young master of their family, when did he have so many words with women?

"Brother," Xiao Mi Shou finally came back, holding the plate, "Brother, this is the snack that my grandmother asked me to bring, if you are hungry, taste some quickly, cushion your stomach." ”

Lu Pan sat on the edge of the kang, drawing on paper with charcoal, and when he heard the words, he didn't raise his head and said, "You pad your stomach first, there is tea on the table." ”

He thought the child must be hungry.

After speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at Song Fuling: "Hit the eye in this position." ”

Song Fuling nodded.

"The blade should be outside the hinge, and the joystick should be fixed inside the hinge."

Song Fuling nodded.

"Your part, it's just the other way around."

Song Fuling smiled at people, thank you so much, otherwise she would be easy to spend money and in vain.

Lu Pan looked at Song Fuling's smiling face: "You,"

"Brother," Mi Shou squeezed over.

With the same expression as Junko, he looked up at this, turned around and looked at that:

"What are my brother and sister talking about?"

"Brother, what do you see my sister laughing at?"

He tilted his head again, his face full of doubt, and emphasized again: "Are you two talking about something funny?" ”

In Mi Shou's heart, his sister often laughs, which is not unusual. But the corner of my brother's mouth also smiled, which showed that something happy had happened.

Laughing?

Lu Pan and Song Lingling glanced at each other, and with just one glance, he hurriedly moved his gaze to the side, and immediately stood up, clenched his fist to his lips: "Cough," glanced at Shunzi after coughing.

Junko: "......, young master, what do you mean by this glance, at this moment, are you hinting at what I should say?" Am I stepping down, or should I make a stubble.

Lu Pan didn't expect Shang Shunzi, "What about your uncle," picked up Mi Shou and left the house.

After taking two steps, he opened the curtain and came back, took the paper away, and then lifted the curtain and left.

Song Ling's eyes widened in surprise and glared at the door curtain: "Eh? ”

Well? Don't take it for me, I dismantled a juicer and drew it with great difficulty. My juicer, the space doesn't change back for me, I don't remember all the steps.

In a few seconds, the straight was back.

Song Fuling thought he was here to deliver the drawings.

But Junko had a smile on her face and just pointed to the kang.

His young master ran away without even wearing clothes.