Wan Ya's fingers were flexible, carefully bending the bamboo strip in his hand, and from time to time he looked up at Duan Ling, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth.

After a while, he put the skeleton on the ground, picked out the plain paper from a pile of colored paper, placed it in front of the skeleton and compared it, cut it, and carefully pasted it onto the skeleton.

When the paper was all pasted, he held his chin with his hand and looked at it carefully, and after a while, Fang nodded with satisfaction and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Okay, senior brother?"

Looking at the end of the relaxation, I couldn't help but poke my head over, my face was very interested, full of anticipation.

"Almost."

Wan Ya blinked, smiled mysteriously at Duan Ling, picked up the brush on the side, dipped it in ink, and drew a few random strokes on the paper kite.

"Alright."

After a moment, he put his pen aside and straightened his sleeve slightly, with a satisfied look on his handsome face.

Wan Ling's body moved, leaning to the side of Wan Ya, his clear eyes flashing with fine crystals, and his gaze fell on the paper kite.

The small paper kite lies quietly on the ground, dripping with ink, outlining a gentle willow tree, and the soft branches stretch out, exuding a fresh and natural atmosphere.

"It's so beautiful."

Stretching out his hand, his slender fingers gently touched the paper kite, his movements were gentle, and he was extremely cautious, as if he was afraid of breaking it.

Looking at the inky willow tree, he tilted his head and asked softly, "Why did Senior Brother paint a willow tree?" ”

"Don't you like this willow tree?"

Reaching out and encompassing her body, her palm covering the top of her hair, conveying a soft temperature.

"I like it."

The fingertips of the willow tree caress the willow branches, the tip of the nose lingers with the fresh fragrance of ink, and the eyebrows and eyes are crooked.

"The willow tree painted by my brother is so beautiful."

"It's good if Ling'er likes it."

Wan Ya smiled slightly, looking at Wan Ling's bright smile, his eyes moved, but in an instant, he returned to his original state.

Willow.

A light willow.

When will Ling'er understand?

Wan Ya didn't say much, only pulled Duan Ling to stand up, helped her sort out the slightly messy hem of her clothes, and said softly: "Let's go put the paper kite." ”

Duan Ling smiled, his clear eyes were pure: "Okay." ”

Holding the hand of the end of the hand, pulling the line of the paper kite, facing the warm breeze, watching the paper kite slowly go up and fly into the air.

The plain paper kite is covered with sunlight, fluttering its small body in the wind, and the inky light willow on it seems to stretch out, swaying its soft branches in the wind.

The light laughter continued, and there was always a bright smile on her face, and her clear eyes flashed with excitement, like a carefree child, without a trace of darkness in her eyes.

Looking at Duan Ling's comfortable smile, Duan Ya also smiled slowly, the hand holding Duan Ling's small hand tightened a little, and there was a gentle air between his eyebrows and eyes.

The paper kite flew higher, fluttering with dripping ink, accompanied by the constant laughter of the two, softening everything around them, and even the warm sun in the sky seemed to cast a soft gaze on the two.

The setting sun hung obliquely in the sky, smearing a bright red color, dyeing the soft clouds into a charming color, as if drinking too much mellow wine, showing a faint drunkenness.

The shadows of the trees swayed, and the setting sun sprinkled a scorching golden light from the sky, adding a warm color to everything and a faint halo.

From time to time, birds pass by, leaving a string of bird songs, and then there is no trace, and the agile body disappears from sight, accompanied by the curling fragrance of flowers.

Holding a paper kite in one hand and holding a paper kite in the other, he walked on the bluestone-paved path, and his white clothes were stained with a little dust.

Wan Ya tilted his head slightly, looked at Duan Ling with a smile on his face, and asked with a smile: "Ling'er, are you happy today?" ”

"It's fun."

Wan Ling nodded, his clear eyes shining with excitement, and his voice was extremely excited.

"This is the first time Ling'er has put paper kites."

"It's good to be happy."

Wan Ya nodded, looked at the hut not far away, and smiled kindly.

"Does Ling'er like this paper kite?"

"I like it."

He nodded vigorously, and his steps were a little brisker.

"Then senior brother will give it to Ling'er."

Wan Ya spoke softly, with a strange seriousness in his casual voice.

"Really?"

Duan Ling stopped, and the light in his eyes was actually his eyes that shook for a while.

"Really."

Wan Ya smiled lightly, very patient, "It's good if Ling'er likes it." ”

"Thank you, brother."

He jumped a few times, pulled the sleeves of his clothes, shook excitedly, and at that moment, he returned to his well-behaved appearance, approached the end, and said with a smile: "Senior brother is the best." ”

Wan Ya chuckled lightly, holding the end, and there was a temperature between his eyebrows and eyes that could not be ignored.

Wan Ya sent Duan Ling back to the room, carefully put the paper kite on the table, leaned over slightly, touched Duan Ling's head, and said softly: "Bathe first, change your clothes, and then come out to finish your meal." ”

"Okay."

She nodded, yawned lazily, took the clothes on the side, turned around the screen, and entered the room.

Watching the back of the end disappear from the field of vision, he turned his head away, looked at the paper kite on the table, his face was slightly moved, and he couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke the willow tree on it.

After a moment of silence, he smiled slightly, turned and walked out of the room, and gently closed the door.

***

When the early morning wind blew into the room, she opened her eyes, and after a while, her gaze gradually became clear.

After breakfast, the two came to Jian Song's residence and saluted respectfully, "Master." ”

Jian Song let out a faint "um" and motioned for the two to be exempt.

"Xiao Ling."

Jian Song's gaze fell on Duan Ling, his face was solemn, and his voice was slightly deep.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready, master."

Ling Ling nodded, and the hands in his sleeves tightened a little.

Jian Song bowed slightly, stood up, turned around, and gently brushed his sleeves, "Come with the teacher." ”

Duan Ya and Duan Ling glanced at each other, followed Jian Song, and came to an ice cave.

The extreme cold air surrounded the three of them in an instant, and they couldn't help but shiver, looking at the surrounding scene, but they saw the thick ice, the crystal ice edges, and the bubbling ice lake.

Jian Song raised his hand, set up an enchantment at the entrance of the cave, and took a few steps forward to the ice lake.

Glancing at Duan Ling on the side, Jian Song sighed, his eyes instantly sharpened.

The wide clothes swept over, and the spiritual power spread, enveloping the ice lake, and countless elixirs were thrown into the lake, splashing layers of ripples.

The slender fingers of the hand slid gently, and the jade-colored formation was generated, and the rapid staggered combination formed an extremely complex formation, accompanied by bursts of clear sounds.

Feeling the surging spiritual power coming from the ice lake, he raised his thin eyebrows and took a deep breath.

The palm of his hand was gently pinched, and he raised his head to meet the warm eyes of the end.

Looking at such gentle eyes, there was a burst of relief in my heart for no reason, and the strong tension gradually dissipated. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie