"Has your sister ever used this wooden comb?"

"I've used it."

Lu Pan had a smile in his eyes: "Then did she say anything?" ”

Kindness? Comb your hair, what else can you say.

My sister won't say thank you to his younger brother for borrowing, no.

Mi Shou sat at the desk, put down the wooden comb, wiped the incense, and put the small jar back in the drawer after wiping, before turning his head to look at Lu Pan on the kang and replied:

"I thought about it, and she really said it. She said it would be nice to have a wooden comb that would make your hair straight when you run it off. Brother, I thought, that can't be confused, right? ”

In fact, at that time, Song Fuling and her younger brother mentioned this because she missed her ghd lazy hair comb.

She can't be plugged in here, she doesn't need that wooden comb, and her hair is often wrapped in a self-curling hair, and if she wants to loosen her hair and it is not very straight, she misses it very much.

Lu Pan squinted, and it was straight as soon as it was hot, what do you mean.

Isn't that a bronze iron? It can have a leveling effect.

The one that the maids used to iron their clothes.

But can I use it on my hair?

Lu Pan's black hair came to Song Fuling's mind, and after thinking about it, maybe it could? Wait for him to come back and study the research.

"Is every room in your house the same?"

Mi Shou stepped on the floor barefoot, climbed onto the kang with his little face rubbed fragrantly, and asked Lu Pan: "Didn't my uncle lead my brother to take a look next to the house?" ”

I led it and saw it, but your sister's house didn't go in.

Your uncle won't let you.

You kid, why don't you talk less than you did in the previous two years?

It turns out that Mi Shou is still the same Mi Shou in front of familiar people, as long as you have weight in his heart, he will still know everything.

"Just this cabinet, my uncle's house, like mine, has two large whiteboards.

My sister's cabinet is horizontal, stacked one by one, which is not easy to wipe and costs labor.

My kang here is against the wall, my sister's kang is against the window, and my uncle and aunt have two rooms upstairs, one for the bed and the other for the kang, both of which are against the wall.

My desk here is smaller than my sister's, and her desk is bigger.

Brother, my sister has all the face wiping here, and my sister has a lot, even a lot of pen holders. There was no desk in my aunt's house.

Brother, I'm hanging a family photo here, you just praised it for being good-looking, right?

No, no, no, it's far worse than the boss hanging from my sister, the painting is taller than me, my name is meaningful, and she is called beautiful. ”

Lu Pan sat cross-legged on the kang, scratching the mosquito bag in the soles of his feet, while looking at Mi Shou and smiled: "What kind of painting?" ”

Poria was painted like he had never seen before.

Mi Shou stood on the kang and raised his head slightly to think:

How to describe this?

The background seems to be a forest, and there is a river, but the painting is foggy, and it is not like it, the color is still purple and red, even the river is colorful, and only one girl's house is very clear.

The girl's family wore layers of skirts, but the painting was still the shape of the back, and she couldn't see her face clearly, and she tilted her head slightly to look back.

That's it, brother, the language is really inexpressible, play one for you, please imagine for yourself.

Mi Shou pulled the curtain over the curtain to wrap his body slightly, "Brother, this should be that skirt, but it looks much better than this, layer by layer, it drags on for a long time, and it grows to you." And then you look at me, I'm going to look back. ”

“……”

"Oh, brother, what are you pinching my face."

It was late at night, and it was already the middle of the night.

Lu Pan didn't feel sleepy.

He lay on the kang, put his hands behind his head, and kicked Mi Shou who was lying next to him with his foot, "Your house is better than your sister's house." ”

The fire kang is close to the fire wall, it is not cold in winter, and there is no need to heat it alone, this fire wall is connected with the cauldron of the stove room.

When Uncle Song led him around, he discovered this.

Moreover, if you are far away from the window, you will not be exposed to the wind chill from time to time.

I thought it was the same in the Poria house, but after listening to Mi Shou, I could guess that the house should need to be burned alone, and I don't know if it will be cold in winter.

"A boy, when you first chose a house, why didn't you know humility?"

Mi Shou was turned over from sleeping on his side and being kicked by Lu Pan, he had already fallen asleep, he slept crookedly, lying on his back on the kang in a large shape, and his calves pressed against the quilt.

Lu Pan glanced at him.

I didn't want to cover the quilt, but I was afraid that this child would have a headache and brain fever and be locked up in a cowshed.

Lu Pan, who had never covered anyone with a quilt, gently picked up Mi Shou's upper body to straighten his body, and covered Mi Shou with a quilt, and then took the lampstand to the kang.

Thirsty and want to find a glass of water.

He was holding an oil lamp, wearing a blue pajamas, and slippers when he just walked to the kitchen.

Song Poria was also stunned with her long hair scattered, and she was still holding a glass of water in her hand, and she ate too much sesame sauce at night and ate salty.

Lu Pan couldn't control his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him from top to bottom.

A set of cotton clothes that are transparent and pink, long clothes and trousers, and long hair and waist.

He buried his steady steps and walked straight to Song Fuling.

Lu Pan and Song Lingling stood face to face.

"I ......"

"How do you ......"

Before the two of them finished speaking, footsteps were heard upstairs.

As soon as Song Fuling heard the movement of the slippers kicking and tapping, she knew that it was her father, only her father walked as if he couldn't lift his feet.

Hurriedly put the water cup on the bar, and a cat waist hid on the other side of the bar, eager to get into the table, but there was no hole.

Don't ask her why she's hiding, she doesn't know.

An instinctive reaction.

Lu Pan glanced at Song Fuling, who was squatting by the bar, stood forward, put the oil lamp on the bar, picked up the water cup and drank water.

"Ah, Minrui, who am I still wondering, are you thirsty?"

"Uncle is thirsty too, right?"

Song Fusheng continued while going down the stairs: "I'm okay, there is water upstairs, but after sleeping and getting up to the thatched house, your aunt told me that I was afraid that you would be thirsty, so let me come down and pour some water for you to take to the house." ”

Lu Pan was stirred up by Song Fuling, and he was inexplicably a little nervous. Especially when he saw that Song Fusheng was about to enter the bar, he and Poria were on this side.

Lu Pan stood forward again, trying to use his tall body and the stone of the bar to clamp Poria who was squatting down, "No, I'll go back to the house after drinking water, uncle, go back to sleep." ”

"You can't get used to drinking white water, I'll find you plums and make some water to drink." As he spoke, he was about to come over.

Song Fuling, who was on Lu Pan's lap, hurriedly tugged Lu Pan's pajama pants and signaled: You quickly make excuses, don't let my father come in.

At this time, Poria also reacted, why did she hide?

If you don't squat, you just said that you came out to drink water in the middle of the night and met, but there was nothing wrong.

But now, if she is found by her father after squatting now, can she still tell clearly?

Lu Pan was under the bar, and grabbed Song Lingling's small hand to pick his pants with his hand, on the one hand, it was a reminder, don't pull my pants, it's not so strong, it's easy to pull off. On the other hand, I also want to convey to Poria Cocos: Don't be afraid, there is him.

"Uncle, in which cabinet, I'll take it myself."

Song Fusheng put on his clothes and pointed: "Then you turn around, you turn back to the cupboard on the right hand." ”

"Then I'll go back, and you go to bed early."

"Okay."

Five minutes later, no sound could be heard upstairs and downstairs at all, and Song Fuling sat on the ground with her buttocks, her legs squatting.

Lu Pan squatted down at this time and looked at Poria with a smile.

Reaching out and couldn't help but touch the top of Poria's head.