Lu Shen has been particularly fond of practicing calligraphy recently.

Early in the morning, after eating, he would sit obediently at his desk.

The clouds are very sad.

It's a good thing that he likes to practice calligraphy, and the bad thing is that she promises his reward.

When she thought about it, she felt very annoyed.

At this moment, Lu Shen held his chin with one hand, his eyes were sparkling, and he looked at himself with a smile.

"Hibiscus, which book are we reading today?"

His voice was low and loose, but with a serious energy.

Yun Fanfan also replied seriously: "Brother Lu Shen, I think you have to combine work and rest, and you can't be too tired." ”

He frowned slightly, his slender fingers unconsciously touched the table, and muttered, "That's ......"

As soon as he saw the play, Yun Pan nodded and said one by one: "Although I also want you to learn more, I can't bear that you have been working so hard, so you have to rest properly for a while." ”

The more I talk about it, the more I think it's true.

Lu Shen's eyes bent, and he compromised: "Okay." ”

He got up, and then he didn't know where to get a kite, it was a kite in the shape of a goldfish, not perfect, but it was also decent.

She looked at the appearance of the kite and felt familiar.

Isn't this the little goldfish she casually drew on the drawing paper before?

She only showed it to Lu Shen alone.

So this kite was made by Lu Shen?

Lu Shen asked her, "Then do you want to fly a kite?" ”

Yun Fanfan really wants to fly a kite.

It's just that my waist is a little sore.

She struggled twice, and simply gave up struggling: "Okay, fly a kite." ”

There is a vacant lot in the suburbs, where the scenery is very beautiful, there are grasslands, and rivers, this is what Lu Zhi told her, Lu Zhi became a relative a few years ago, and then rarely returned to Lu Mansion, recently I heard that she was happy, and she was treated like a baby at her husband's house.

It was noon at the moment, because it was spring, so the sun was not big, but the sun fell on the grass, a piece of gold, and the small river not far away was also dyed.

Lu Shen held the bamboo strips, she held the thread, and ran forward.

The dress was blowing in the wind, flying back, and Lu Shen stood there watching her running back.

After a long time, Yun Pan came back dejectedly.

Yun Fanfan comforted himself, not that he was useless, but that the kite was not very good.

Lu Shen took her kite and asked, "Do you want me to help you?" ”

Yun Fanpan agreed: "Yes." ”

Soon after, the kite flew into the sky.

At first, she looked at Lu Shen's face and couldn't take her eyes off, but after she found that the kite flew into the sky, she focused on flying the kite.

Lu Shen quietly walked behind her and hugged her by the waist.

"Combining work and rest, it's time to work."

Yun Fanfan felt that his body was short, and he was directly pressed to the ground by Lu Shen.

Lu ...... Brother Lu Shen......"

"Huh?"

Lu Shen answered her, but his movements did not decrease.

He had arranged it all long before that.

Today, no one bothers them.

Probably to retaliate for her little trick today, Yun Fanpan endured his entry and exit, gritting his teeth and refusing to call out.

Lu Shen's movements became slower and slower, and her face became redder and redder.

The kite string in my hand was almost out of my grip.

Lu Shen's hairband was loose, a few strands of hair fell down, his eyes were burning, his lips were slightly moist, he licked the corners of his lips gently, and then reminded her: "Hibiscus, don't let go, otherwise the kite will fly." ”

The spirit that had been somewhat dispersed in the clouds immediately concentrated again.

Well, this is done by Lu Shen and cannot be loosened.

Lu Shen saw that her attention was back, so he began to concentrate on serving her.

In the end, Yun Fanfan still didn't hold the kite, and before she fell asleep, she muttered two more sentences.

was heard by Lu Shen, he broke the hand that Yun Fanfan was holding the kite just now, and looked at the palm, the palm was still white and tender, with only a little shallow trace.

He looked down and pecked at her palm, then at her ruddy and sweaty little face, and then couldn't help but peck at her face.

Finally, another kiss landed on her forehead.

His dark eyes were full of his wife.

The kite didn't know where it had flown anymore, the sky was blue, and the sun was just right.

He thought about it and decided to go back and make an identical kite again.

Otherwise, she would really be angry.