A team of Jin Wuwei came from the front in their robes, and a sound of breaking the sky approached behind them.

The instinctive Wan Wan chose to turn around, and the moment she turned around, her vigilance dissipated. She saw her male god coming through the rain and wind. The clothes are fluttering, the black hair is lightly raised, and the outstanding demeanor is impossible to take your eyes off.

Feng Qingcheng saw the oncoming group of Jin Wuwei, and he was about to stop, so he continued to fly up, and said, "Come with me first." The long arm stretched out and grabbed Wan Wan's wrist.

This is the second time Wan Wan has heard his voice, and it is different from the first noisy environment. Such a beautiful voice rings low in my ears, and it is a completely different feeling.

Wanwan's head was empty in an instant, and as he hurried through the rain curtain, he flashed into a small shop on the side of the road.

Feng Qingcheng let go of her hand, and shouted lucky in her heart. - Fortunately, this person believed him and did not make a move on the street.

This is an umbrella shop, and there is an old man sitting in the shop, and when he saw them come in, he got up and said, "Two guest officers, it's really unfortunate that the umbrellas in the small shop are sold out." ”

The shop is very small, and you don't need to look at it to see everything in it. There was a brand-new oil-paper umbrella on the table.

The old man saw Feng Qingcheng's gaze fall on the umbrella and explained: "This umbrella is ready, but the master who painted the umbrella is not here today." It doesn't hurt if the color next to it is used directly, but the guest officer, you see that this umbrella is plain white, which is unlucky. ”

Feng Qingcheng smiled and pointed to the messy tools on the table, and said, "The pen and ink are all complete, and the master will draw it himself." That's it. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and threw a piece of broken silver into the old man's arms.

The old man smiled and said, "In this way, I will let the guest officer twenty dollars." ”

Feng Qingcheng waved his hand, "You don't have to look for it." He walked to the table, picked a pen and held it in his hand, turned his head to Wan Wan and asked, "What do you want to draw?" ”

Wan Wan was putting away the umbrella in her hand at the moment, and she couldn't help but feel excited when she heard him suddenly ask such a question. Ask her what she wants to draw, why not draw an umbrella for her?

The corners of Wan Wan's lips curled up and said, "It's all good." ”

She likes anything that the male god paints.

Feng Qingcheng was slightly entangled when he heard this, and it was better to answer like this, which was equivalent to not answering. He hesitated for a moment with his pen, dipped some turquoise and drew two large leek flowers on the umbrella.

It's better to give it to her, or to draw a pattern she likes. Carrying leek flowers with her to the palace banquet, I think she likes this kind of flower.

Feng Qingcheng brushed and painted two leek flowers, and felt that the umbrella was still empty, so he flew up and drew two curved curves as flower branches. Now the umbrella surface is very beautiful and has some artistic conception.

The casual and ethereal nature of his two flower branch paintings coincides in two places because of the bending. In Wan Wan's eyes, this is two intertwined leek flowers.

Leek flowers, long leek flowers, or intertwined leek flowers. Although she knew that the other party didn't mean that, Wan Wan still thought of the long leek, and the long leek on this umbrella was not a long-term entanglement.

That's a .......

The rich inner drama made the corners of Wanwan's lips rise uncontrollably, and a few white teeth were exposed.

The umbrella was painted, and the old man handed it over to Fengqing City after two layers of tung oil. Feng Qingcheng was directly transferred to Wan Wan. Looking at the more and more happy look on Wan Wan's face, Feng Qingcheng became more and more sure in his heart: Mr. Ming really likes leek flowers very much.

Feng Qingcheng looked at the umbrella that was erected in the corner of the wall by Wan Wan and said, "That umbrella, don't use it anymore." ”

"Okay."

Wan Wan replied so quickly, Feng Qingcheng, who had made all the psychological preparations, was not adaptable. He looked at Wan Wan with a happy face holding a new umbrella, and suddenly felt that this person was not so fierce. It's like it's very talkative.

Could it be because of the loss of soul?

The umbrella painted with white grass is not used without use, but after all, it is the original owner's thing, and Wan Wan still took it alive. When she was about to go out, Feng Qingcheng took the umbrella painted with white grass from her hand, Wan Wan thought he was going to use it, but she didn't expect that he was just holding it for her and didn't mean to hold it up.

Feng Qingcheng followed Wan Wan's side, holding a closed umbrella and walking quite calmly, as if the rain did not exist.

After taking a few steps in the rain, Wan Wan felt a little puzzled. Does her male god have a habit of getting wet in the rain, or is he deliberately hooking up with her?

After walking a few more steps, Wan Wan approached Fengqing City with a horizontal footstep. The two huge and flowing leek flowers also covered the top of Fengqing City's head. It's just that his stature is much taller than Wanwan, and Wanwan's arms have to be raised so that the umbrella doesn't touch the top of his head.

When she got closer, she found that this height difference was really suitable for wall knocks and tree knocks.

Feng Qingcheng was very surprised by her move, and when she thought about it, she was very good at teaching and not sticking to etiquette. It doesn't seem strange to make such a move. The reason why he used the word seems was because he also felt in his heart that this explanation did not make very sense. But I couldn't think of anything else.

These thoughts were just a matter of a moment, and Feng Qingcheng was only stunned for a moment before taking over the task of raising the umbrella.

The two of them just held an umbrella and walked side by side in the twilight rain curtain.

Wan Wan's steps were still gentle, and her expression was a little wooden. Because all her energy is focused on her heart at the moment. There was a little figure in her heart dancing wildly with her arms.

Ahhhh......h This! This! This! This must be the big-headed ghost who found out with a bad conscience and opened the Mary Sue aura for her.

Just when the villain dance in Wanwan's heart was crazy, she heard Feng Qingcheng cough beside her, and then said with some flattery: "Sister, there is something I think is better to tell you." However, you have to promise me first, and you can't beat me up after listening to it, whether you believe it or not. ”

This tone, this content .......

The painting style of the male god collapsed instantly. Wan Wan stopped and looked at Feng Qingcheng in a bit of a daze. Well, the male god who has cracked the style of painting is also very good-looking, and it's a little cute.

Feng Qingcheng looked at her strange expression, and really couldn't guess her thoughts. But even if she can do it, he always has to remind him of this. Not to mention that she helped him twice intentionally or unintentionally, but because of the future relationship between the two, he also wanted to say those words.

"That umbrella, you gave it to Zhan Xiaofeng. But he gave it back to you. ”

Feng Qingcheng saw that there was no change on Wan Wan's face, and further reminded: "Every time Bai Mao appears in the Book of Songs, it is related to the relationship between men and women. ”

This reminder is already very clear. So it was Ming Wanwan who once used this umbrella to confess to Zhan Xiaofeng, and then was rejected. No wonder this umbrella was thrown in the corner under the table, the angle was still so bizarre.

Well, she's been swaggering around the street with this umbrella for so long. Even the male god knows so much about it, and it is widely said in Kyoto. Although she and the former Lord are two souls, they are the same person in the eyes of others.

That's really .......

Wan Wan realized the embarrassment, and suddenly another more important thing came to her mind, "What did you just call me?" ”

Feng Qingcheng's smile became even more flattering, and the call of "sister" became a little sweeter. Using this trick to please women of the same generation has been tried and tested. The so-called reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, Feng Qingcheng consciously called a sister first, and she would never beat people.

It's a good name. The corners of Wan Wan's mouth drooped, "Our eight characters are the same." Just call me by my name. ”

Feng Qingcheng knew that they were born on the same day, the same month, or even the same hour. But it had nothing to do with him calling her a sister. But it doesn't matter what you call her, as long as it pleases her.

Feng Qingcheng was as good as a stream, and called with a smile: "Wan Wan." ”

Such a voice, such a smile, just called a "Wan Wan" by her side. It's really crispy, don't want it.

Wan Wan turned her head a little stiffly and took a new step. When the fireworks in her heart are over and the dancing little man returns to calm, the familiar door is already in front of her.

Feng Qingcheng returned the umbrella painted with white grass to her, said goodbye with a smile, and disappeared into the rain curtain with light skills.

Wan Wan stared at the direction he was far away, quite unable to return to his senses. She hasn't said anything yet, she hasn't talked to the male god about life and ideals, and has brought her closer and sublimated the relationship.

Why is this road so short?

Wan Wan stood in the rain with a flowing leek flower umbrella, secretly blaming herself for being ashamed, and she came so silently along the way. Opportunity and time are wasted. It's just not to talk about anything.,It's good to spend this time appreciating the male god.。

There will be no more next time, and it will not be so unproductive. We must seize the opportunity and take the initiative.

Yes, take the initiative. Such a beauty, do you still expect him to fall in love with him at first sight? Pull it down, you have to rely on it!

There is no little brother in this world who can't flirt, only lazy girls who don't want to work hard.

Wan Wan gave herself a few injections in the rain, and then turned around with confidence and high momentum to push the door into the house. It wasn't until she had eaten twilight, soaked in a goat's milk bath, and was lying down on the bed and ready to fall asleep that Wan Wan realized in hindsight: Oh my God, her male god sent her home today!

As a result, Wan Wan had insomnia.