Chapter 223: Fanwai (3): Calligraphy and Kite

Lu Chen has been particularly fond of practicing handwriting recently.
Every morning, after eating, he would sit at the desk obediently.
Yun Fan was very worried.
It is a good thing that he likes to practice calligraphy, but the bad thing is that she agrees to his reward.
Thinking of it, she felt very upset.
At this moment, Lu Chen was holding his chin with one hand, his eyes were squiggly, and he looked at himself with a smile on his face.
"Jinjin, which book shall we read today?"
His voice was low and loose, but with a seriousness.
Yun Fanfan also replied earnestly: "Brother Lu Chen, I think we must combine work and rest, not too tired."
He frowned slightly, his slender fingers stroked the table unconsciously, and he muttered, "So..."
When there is a play, he nodded in general, and said in a straightforward manner: "Although I also want you to learn more, but I can't bear your hard work all the time, so I have to take a good rest."
The more I speak, the more I feel that this is the reason.
Lu Chen's eyes curled, and he compromised: "Okay."
After he got up, he didn't know where he got a kite from. It was a goldfish-like kite. It was not perfect, but it looked decent.
She looked at the appearance of the kite and felt familiar.
Isn't this the little goldfish she drew on the drawing paper?
She had only shown it to Lu Chen.
So this kite was made by Lu Chen?
Lu Chen asked her, "Would you like to fly a kite?"
Yun Fan wanted to fly a kite.
The waist is a little sore.
She struggled twice, and simply gave up the struggle: "Well, fly a kite."
There is a vacant lot on the outskirts, where the scenery is beautiful, there are meadows, and rivers. Lu Zhi told her here that Lu Zhi became a relative a year ago, and then rarely returned to Lufu. Recently, I heard that she was happy and was in her husband. I was treated like a baby at home.
It was midday, because it was spring, so the sun was not big, but the sun fell on the grass, a golden patch, and the small river not far away was also dyed.
Lu Chen took the bamboo strips, she took the string and ran forward.
The dress flew back against the wind, and Lu Chen stood there watching her running back.
After a long while, the cloud came back dejectedly.
Yun Fan comforts himself, not because he is useless, but because the kite is not easy to use.
Lu Chen 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 look away. When she found the kite was flying into the sky, she focused on flying the kite.
Lu Chen quietly walked behind her and hugged her up.
"Combine work and rest. It's over, now it's time to work."
Yun Fan felt his body short, and Lu Chen was directly pressed to the ground.
"Lu...Brother Lu Chen..."
"Ok?"
Lu Chen answered her, but his actions remained unchanged.
He had arranged all this long before that.
Today, no one will bother them.
Probably in order to retaliate for her little trick today, Yun Yun accepted his in and out, gritted his teeth and refused to call out.
Lu Chen's movements became slower and slower, and her face became redder.
The kite string in my hand is almost out of hold.
The hair band of Lu Chen's hair was loose, and a few strands of hair fell down. His eyes were burning and his lips were slightly moist. He licked the corners of his lips gently, and then reminded her: "Jinjin, don't let go, otherwise the kite will fly. ."
Yun Yun's somewhat disintegrated spirit immediately gathered again.
Well, this was made by Lu Chen, so you can't let it go.
Seeing that her attention had returned, Lu Chen began to concentrate on serving her.
In the end, Yunfan still didn't hold the kite, and before she passed out, she still mumbled a few words.
When Lu Chen heard it, he broke the hand that Yun Fanfan had just held the kite away, and looked at the palm of his hand. The palm of his hand was still white and tender, with only a slight trace.
He bowed his head and pecked on the palm of her hand, then looked at her ruddy and sweaty little face, and couldn't help but pecked on her face.
Finally, another kiss fell on her forehead.
His dark eyes are full of his wives.
The kite had no idea where it was going, the sky was blue and the sun was just right.
He thought for a while and decided to go back and make a kite exactly the same.
Otherwise she would really be angry.