Chapter 223： Fanwai (3): Calligraphy and Kite (1/2)

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.