Traveling through the immature concubine: Charming the world

Chapter 86 Paper Kite (3)

I was fiddling with the flowers in my hand and swayed from side to side, and I almost rushed in front of him against my mission, and yelled, "You take your time, Miss Ben, go to sleep and go back to the cage."

However, it is quite pleasing to watch him earnestly doing things carefully, so I have the right to enjoy a beautiful and elegant scenery. He suddenly stopped his movements, as if he noticed my gaze, and turned his head Look at me, smile slightly, and the voice is as clear as water: "Okay."

"Ah?" I was taken aback, then looked at the flying phoenix kite in his hand, walked to him quickly, looked at the lifelike phoenix on it, and said in surprise, "It's not bad for you to change your career to be a painter, it will definitely be hard to find. You put pen to paper So light, it seems like this phoenix is ​​going to fly off the paper. When did you draw it?"

Hearing my appreciation, his smile became more obvious: "Last night, Linxing made two paintings on a whim."

"What about the other one? Can I appreciate it?"

"No." He refused without hesitation, his eyebrows raised lightly, his eyes seemed to be smiling but there was an indescribable loneliness.

"If you don't show it, you won't show it." I smiled indifferently, and pulled him into the garden, "Come on, let's release the paper kite."

I cling to the thread and retreat step by step. Shui Ruohan held up the paper kite and gave me a deep look before he walked a few steps. When I put my hands down, the paper kite flew in the air. Being bullied, snatched or trampled by older children, no one will put the thread in my hands with peace of mind like Shui Ruohan, and will not fight with me.

I was holding or putting the thread in my hand, Shui Ruohan looked up at the paper kite in the wind, a trace of warm hope flashed on his face, I suddenly realized that when I first met Shui Ruohan, I thought he was as indifferent as the breeze on the pond , but has been ignoring his lingering loneliness, it seems that dreams and hopes have never appeared.

(End of this chapter)