Adorable Collection Order: Mr. Lu, Your Nine Sons Shocked the World

The backyard of the Lu family was the place where the vegetable garden used to be. Later, the children were not interested in growing vegetables. Mo Xiaodie designed an antique pavilion here. Because Mother Lu and Mrs. Lu both like plum blossoms, she planted a few plum trees around the pavilion and built it into a small plum garden.

In winter, the sun is just right, and the branches are full of red plum blossoms.

Under the plum tree, there is a drawing board, a girl wearing a lotus root pink coat, holding a watercolor plate in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, painting with a concentrated expression.

Her hair was draped softly behind her, her body was slender, and a beam of sunlight poured onto her face through the blooming plum blossoms. The beauty of the girl is like a fairy who came out of an ancient poem.

From Luo Yongmu's position, only one profile of her face could be seen, but it was just such a profile that made his heart beat faster involuntarily.

In today's impetuous society, such quiet and elegant girls are really rare.

He just stood under the warm sunshine in winter, like admiring a beautiful ink landscape painting, quietly looking at the girl who was immersed in painting not far away.

Time seems to stand still at this moment!

Just now, Momo, who had been with Dudu, went to the front yard to pick up food and walked to the back yard with a dinner plate, when she happened to see Luo Yongmu, who was obsessed.

She frowned slightly and walked behind the other party: "Luo Yongmu, why don't you go to my big brother and the others, what are you doing in this backyard?"

At this moment, Luo Yongmu, whose attention was attracted by the girl painting not far away, was suddenly startled by the voice behind him, and turned around quickly, his cheeks became a little hot unconsciously: "That, I, I am a little bit. I'm bored, just walk around and smell the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, come and have a look."

Dudu, who had been concentrating on painting, heard a voice at this time, turned around suddenly, and was a little surprised when he saw Luo Yongmu.

Luo Yongmu quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I disturbed your creation!"

"Who are you?" Du Du frowned slightly, as if a little unhappy.

Momo hurried over and put the food in her hand on the stone table aside: "Seventh sister, have you really forgotten him? In the ninth high school, he was a celebrity in our school. He participated in the poetry contest and won the The champion!"

Dudu tilted his head and thought for a while, still confused.

Because she was traumatized as a child and was not good at socializing, she was immersed in her own world most of the time. I don't care much about the outside world.

This Luo Yongmu didn't have any intersection when they were in junior high school, and she really didn't know who he was.

After listening to Momo's words, she still looked blank and answered honestly, "I, I don't remember!"

Luo Yongmu looked at her expectantly, and hoped that she could remember herself! After listening to Dudu's words, the expectation on his face instantly turned into disappointment.

But he did not lose heart, but stepped forward and extended his hand to Dudu: "Hello, my name is Luo Yongmu, you should be the seventh of the Lu family's nine treasures, Lu Zidu! It's nice to meet you here. you!"

Dudu looked at his outstretched hand, and took a step back alertly, obviously refusing to shake hands.

Luo Yongmu withdrew his hand in embarrassment and smirked: "Today is your birthday, I wish you a happy birthday!"

Dudu still didn't speak, and seemed to be always on guard against him.

The scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

Momo hurried forward to smooth things out: "That, Luo Yongmu, my sister is a little timid and introverted and doesn't like fun, don't scare her. Thank you so much for coming to our birthday party! That, my brother They're in the front yard, maybe they've been looking for you!"

Luo Yongmu glanced at Dudu again, and then his eyes fell on her painting. Although he didn't know how to paint, he could see that the other party's painting level was very high.

The plum tree on the drawing board is lifelike, showing its vigorous vitality in the sun.

He looked up at Dudu again: "Lu Zidu, your painting is really good, can you give it to me?"

Hearing his request, Momo laughed: "Luo Yongmu, you are so funny, what about our birthday present?"

Luo Yongmu scratched his head a little embarrassedly: "Well, you nine, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I really don't know what gift to prepare?"

After speaking, he suddenly walked to Dudu's drawing board: "Well, how about I write a few words for you?"

"Writing? There's no pen here, how do you write?" Momo looked puzzled.

Luo Yongmu bent down and picked up Dudu's paintbrush, dipped in some watercolors at will, and pointed to the plum blossom that Dudu was nearing the end of: "Can I write two poems on this?"

His eyes were full of inquiring directions.

Under the sun, the thin and handsome boy had a confident smile on his face.

Momo thought that Dudu would refuse, but she didn't expect that, Dudu nodded: "Okay! If it's well written, I'll give you this painting!"

"Seventh sister, you?" She was surprised by her sister's somewhat different behavior.

Dudu explained with a smile: "Momo, how can he say that he is also a guest?"

Momo nodded and looked at Luo Yongmu: "Okay, my sister agreed, Luo Yongmu, if you don't write well, I won't follow you!"

Long Yongmu didn't speak, raised his brush, and quickly wrote two poems in the upper corner: "Thousands of trees are cold and colorless, and there are only flowers in the south branch."

Although it is a brush, the words written by Luo Yongmu are still vigorous and powerful, revealing the beauty of flowing clouds.

The light gray line of small characters, dotted with degrees, is more vibrant and charming.

Momo exclaimed, "Luo Yongmu, I didn't expect your handwriting to be so good. Have you been practicing calligraphy!"

When Dudu saw his words, his face also showed a look of surprise.

Luo Yongmu was a little embarrassed: "Well, in order to exercise my patience, my dad forced me to practice calligraphy since I was a child. I can write well! I'll make you laugh!"

"Luo Yongmu, don't be humble, what is it? It's so well written!" Momo praised.

Luo Yongmu looked at Dudu: "Then, this painting you just mentioned?"

Dudu walked to the drawing board, took the drawing down, and handed it to him: "I'll give it to you, I'll count!"

Luo Yongmu looked surprised, and quickly reached out to pick it up: "Thank you! Don't worry, when I go back, I will find someone to frame this painting and hang it in my room."

When he took over the painting, his fingers touched Dudu's inadvertently. He felt that the other's fingers were a little cold, and his heart jumped twice involuntarily.

"Well, although the sun today is very good, the temperature in winter is still a bit low. You should wear an extra layer of clothes, so don't catch a cold!" He looked at Dudu and his tone was full of concern.