Jia Chen pointed to the wall, and said with a light smile:

"I'll fly up with you on my back."

"Huh?" Lin Daiyu opened her lustrous cherry lips in shock, stared at her round eyes, and asked in disbelief:

"Brother Chen, you're not joking, are you?"

Looking at her well-behaved and cute little appearance, Jia Chen smiled warmly and said:

"I'm serious, you climb on my back and hug me tightly, and I jump to the wall with you on my back."

Lin Daiyu was still skeptical, she wanted to refuse, but Jia Chen had already established a solid and reliable prestige in her mind, although she didn't believe that Jia Chen could do it, she still wanted to give Jia Chen a chance to try.

"Okay then, Brother Chen, I'll try it with you, but you must not force it." Lin Daiyu said, going around Jia Chen's back.

Jia Chen half-squatted down, feeling a pair of small hands gently on his shoulders, and then, the two small hands slowly closed along the shoulders to the side of the neck, and finally crossed and clasped together.

At the same time, the warm fragrance of nephrite jade on the back is also getting closer and closer, and finally clings tightly to the back.

Jia Chen firmly supported Lin Daiyu's legs with his hands and asked, "Did you hold it tight?" ”

Lin Daiyu bowed slightly, her delicate chin gently touched Jia Chen's shoulder, and said softly:

"Hold it tight."

"Okay, let's take off!"

After speaking, Jia Chen lunged forward, kicked his back legs, ran five or six steps away, and then stepped on the wall with one foot, followed by five steps with both feet in turn, jumped over, and landed on the wall in a half-squat.

In this leaping process, which seemed to be flowing in one go, Lin Daiyu felt the sound of whirring wind in her ears, and everything in her field of vision suddenly changed from a level-up perspective to an upward view.

When Jia Chen stepped on the wall for a few breaths, Lin Daiyu's somewhat dizzy gaze crossed Jia Chen's shoulder, and she could see the blue sky and white clouds at the elevation angle.

Her heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and Lin Daiyu was so frightened that she quickly closed her eyes, letting the spring breeze mess with her bangs and sideburns.

Jia Chen tilted his head and looked at it, and found that her eyes were tightly closed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was a little scared.

At this moment, Jia Chen felt heavy on his body, as if he was carrying the whole world.

"Hold on, I'm going to jump!"

Jia Chen admonished, jumped down, and landed firmly on the ground.

At the moment of landing, Lin Daiyu's lily bun spread out, and her hair fluttered up like a waterfall, and then gently spread on Jia Chen's shoulders, crispy and itchy, soft and smooth, and the touch was soul-filling, and the love was silky.

Jia Chen tilted his head to look, Lin Daiyu still closed her eyes, her breathing was a little short, and a faint fragrance like an orchid musk spewed out from her mouth and nose, gently brushing her ears, penetrating into her heart and spleen, soft, itchy, touching, and swaying.

Jia Chen said softly:

"Sister Lin, open your eyes, we've already turned over the wall."

Lin Daiyu slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she was stunned for a moment, and then exhaled a long breath.

Jia Chen asked with a smile:

"Sister Lin, are you okay?"

Lin Daiyu was shocked and said in a trembling voice:

"I'm fine, I'm just a little scared, I almost thought I was going to fall to my death."

Jia Chen comforted softly: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you." ”

Lin Daiyu's heart was warm, her eyes were red, and she wanted to cry.

Except for her father who said such things, no one has ever said that she should protect her, including Jia Baoyu, who pesters her every day.

Seeing that Lin Daiyu wanted to cry again, Jia Chen quipped:

"Okay, don't cry, your hair is messed up, if you cry again, others will think I'm bullying you."

Lin Daiyu was stunned when she heard this, and the sourness in her nasal cavity was diluted a little.

She raised her hand and touched her hair, and found that the headband that was holding her hair was loose, and all the hair was scattered.

"Why did they disperse? Oops, the maids used to help me comb my hair, but now I don't have a mirror, I can't see the top of my head and the back of my head, I can't make a lily bun, I'd better tie my hair up first. ”

The reason why Lin Daiyu is so nervous is because in ancient times, people paid great attention to their appearance and etiquette, with their hair scattered and their clothes open to the left, which was the only dress that only the barbarian aliens who did not follow the religion.

Moreover, in traditional customs, the longevity clothes worn by the deceased are mostly left-handed, to indicate that there is a difference between yin and yang, and the hairstyle of the cape is not human, and the ghost is not a ghost.

If a woman goes out in the middle of the night, she will really be mistaken for a female ghost.

In the Great Zhou, for both men and women, the hair is a sign of neither self-respect nor respect for others.

Jia Chen smiled:

"I'll help you get your hair back up."

Lin Daiyu asked in surprise:

"You'll still comb the girl's hair?"

"Well, I've looked at your lily bun a few times, and I can already see how this bun is combed." Jia Chen smiled indifferently.

Lin Daiyu was slightly surprised, she didn't expect that Jia Chen could make a lily bun that even he felt was very complicated after just watching it a few times, what kind of amazing intelligence and understanding was this?

Although Jia Chen was motivated by good intentions, but men and women could not kiss, Lin Daiyu wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, even his hand was held by Jia Chen, and it was not impossible for him to touch his hair.

"Okay, then there's Brother Lao Chen." Lin Daiyu owes a blessing.

Jia Chen pointed to a stone pier under a willow tree next to him and said:

"Come on, sit down, I'll help you comb your hair."

Lin Daiyu nodded obediently and sat down on the stone pier elegantly.

Jia Chen curled up her smooth hair, and her ten fingers fluttered and danced between the strands, as dexterous as a butterfly wearing flowers, and after a while, she coiled out a lily bun.

"That's it!" Jia Chenyun spit out two words lightly, but Lin Daiyu was startled.

"It's so fast! Brother Chen, you can roll out the lily bun so quickly just after watching it a few times, faster than when Snow Goose and Zijuan combed my hair together. ”

Jia Chen smiled indifferently and said:

"Everything in the world is knowledgeable, I just observed more carefully and saw through the structure of your bun."

In an instant, a faint red glow appeared on Lin Daiyu's cheeks.

Jia Chen said that he observed more carefully, didn't that mean that he had looked at himself carefully many times?

Lin Daiyu is a girl after all, and she is naturally shy when she is carefully watched by a boy many times.

If it was someone else, Lin Daiyu would still feel disgusted and disgusted.

But Jia Chen is different, Lin Daiyu trusts him very much, and has some admiration and affection.

Of course, this affection is only the kind of closeness that children have for their playmates, and it is not mixed with the desires of men and women.

Jia Chen stretched out his hand towards Lin Daiyu, and the sunlight shone on Jia Chen's face through the willow branches swaying in the wind, the light and shadow swayed, flickering and dimming, setting off his childish but handsome face more three-dimensional and vivid.

After a little hesitation, Lin Daiyu put her little hand on Jia Chen's palm, and stood up with Jia Chen's pull.

"Let's go, I'll take you home."

Jia Chen smiled, but did not take Lin Daiyu's little hand.

Because passing through this secluded and uninhabited road, in front of him is Ning Rong Back Street, there are many pedestrians coming and going on the street, considering that this era is still very particular about men and women, he doesn't want Lin Daiyu to feel uncomfortable.

Lin Daiyu found that Jia Chen didn't hold her hand, and she felt a little lost in her heart, but she also understood that Jia Chen was thinking about herself, and soon, the sense of loss turned into a wisp of warmth.

The warmth of being cared for and cared for.

When Lin Daiyu was brought home, Jia Chen made her a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes.

Lin Daiyu asked curiously, "What kind of dish is in this egg?" It's red, I don't think I've ever eaten it. ”