18
The busy day is over.
Lian Feng lived not far from the store, and walking was much faster than taking a car during rush hour. The two walked quietly side by side, stepping on the stone brick road that was warmly stained by the sunset. The sound of car horns came from the road, and the aroma of food overflowed from the window of any house. Groups of primary school students wearing eye-catching little yellow hats passed by with a smile. The world was full of soft warmth when the lights were on.
After what happened in the lounge, Lian Feng didn't say anything else this afternoon. Whenever he had free time, he sat in front of the computer behind the counter and typed, as if nothing had happened. The little broom star had a lot to ask but didn't know where to start. When I asked about it, I almost lost my hair from holding it in.
So anxious! I don't know what I'm anxious about, but I'm so anxious anyway... The little broom star lowered his baseball cap anxiously and secretly glanced at Lian Feng from the corner of his eye.
As a result, Lian Feng was also looking at him, half-smiling.
Xiao Bianxing's face felt hot and he quickly looked away.
"Give me your hand." Lian Feng said.
Before the little broom star could react, his left hand was already tightly held by Lian Feng's right hand, and the fingers were intertwined. The touch of the fingers felt warm and dry.
So the two of them walked hand in hand towards home.
After walking for a while, the little broom star said nervously: "My palms are sweaty."
Lian Feng's hand tightened: "I feel it."
The little broom star wiped his forehead: "My forehead is sweating too."
Lian Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, showed a loving smile and said, "Young idiot."
The little broom star was shaken by his smile, and his expression became even more dazed. He suddenly started walking with the same hands and feet!
Lian Feng suppressed a smile and reminded: "When you step with your left foot, extend your right hand, don't extend your left hand."
"I haven't made such a stupid mistake for a long time..." The little broom star changed over embarrassedly.
The two returned home. Lian Feng did not prepare dinner as usual today. Instead, he walked directly into the study, turned on the computer, printed out a few sheets of paper with the printer, and then rushed to the small broom sitting on the sofa in the living room in silence. Xing beckoned and said, "Come here."
With some kind of expectation that he didn't know where it came from, the little broom star walked to Lian Feng and stood still.
Lian Feng sat on the large swivel chair behind the table, patted his thigh and said coaxingly: "Sit here, be good."
"On the leg?" The little broom star hesitated for a moment, but before he finished speaking, Lian Feng grabbed his wrist and pulled him down, falling onto his lap. A pair of arms came around from behind and pulled the little broom star down. Surrounded by him, the printing paper in Lian Feng's hand shook and made a crisp sound.
"Start class." Lian Feng said seriously.
The little broom star asked in a low voice: "Don't you always go to class after eating?"
"Teacher can't wait any longer today." Lian Feng said, his voice so magnetic that it made people's hearts tremble. "In this class, we still need to learn how to read."
The little broom star's eyes fell on the paper in Lian Feng's hand. He had learned a lot of words these days and could read some simple articles by himself.
Lian Feng pointed at the words on the printing paper with his finger and spoke in an upright tone, as if he was teaching him how to read. He read each word: "My cutest little broom star, I am Mr. Sparrow behind you. I I’ve liked you for a long time.”
The little broomstick twisted uncomfortably, and opened his eyes wide to read the words below eagerly.
Lian Feng paused and said, "I want to fall in love with you, can you agree to it?"
"Uh..." The little broom star suddenly felt short of breath again, and his heart shrank suddenly as if someone had pinched him.
"Okay, I want to test you." Suddenly, Lian Feng's tone changed. He pointed at the line below like he usually tests the little broom star's word recognition, and said in a deep voice, "Read this passage."
The little broom star licked his dry lips and read out: "I promise, I like you too."
Lian Feng continued to recite the following lines affectionately: "I like you. I like your hair as gorgeous and warm as the sunset, I like your eyes as bright and pure as molten gold, I like your hot body temperature and Burning Feather, I like the way you hold my finger with your right hand when you sleep. I like the way you look proud, the way you are simple, the way you are happy, the way you are ignorant, the way you rely on me, and the way you blush when you look at me. The way you look...all the ways you look."
Mr. Sparrow simply transformed into a poet at this moment!
The little broom star couldn't quite understand the text below, so he said freely and unrestrainedly: "Then me too, I like everything about you, you taught me so many human things, you are patient, kind, and speak so gently... And he looks so handsome when he smiles!”
Lian Feng smiled softly against his ear.
"Not only these, there are many, many more..." the little broom star was slightly frustrated, "but I can't name them."
After all, I have just escaped illiteracy not long ago, and I can’t write love poems...
"It doesn't matter, I understand." Lian Feng shook his head and continued to read the next paragraph slowly and patiently like teaching a child, "The meaning of falling in love is that I only like you and don't like others. I will I will pamper you wholeheartedly and make you happy every day. I only think of you in my heart. My eyes will only stay for you. I will and will only make intimate moves towards you alone. I will never I’ll deceive you and stay with you for the rest of my life... and you’ll treat me the same way, are you willing to do this?”
Before Lian Feng could point down, the little broom star was the first to answer: "I am willing to do this."
"Congratulations to us." Lian Feng gently pulled the little broom star's face, touched his lips, and said gently, "We are in love."
The little broom star's mouth went dry for a while, and he pressed his heart and said: "My heart is beating so fast right now, it's like I'm being chased by a hundred barking dogs! Is this always the case when it comes to falling in love?"
Lian Feng tightened his arm around Little Broom Star's waist, imitating his tone, and joked: "It's all like this. My heart is beating so fast now that I feel like I'm being targeted by a hundred hunters."
The little broom star was so excited that his brain was confused and he started talking nonsense: "Then falling in love is bad for the heart."
Lian Feng couldn't help laughing: "Yes, but we are willing."
The little broom star sighed: "This is the power of love."
Lian Feng felt deeply that he would laugh during his confession if he didn't change the topic, so he quickly opened a small locked drawer under the table, pointed at it and said, "Look, baby."
"Don't call me that..." The little broom star covered his face, and under the stimulation of love, he performed exceptionally and used a word that was difficult for him, "Shy!"
So I didn’t even look in the drawer!
"Okay, I'll call you later." Lian Feng opened the little broom star's hand covering his face and emphasized the point, "Look in the drawer."
The little broom star looked over obediently.
In the drawer is a long feather, which shows a gradient transition from orange-red to golden yellow from beginning to end. It is slender and has sharp edges. It is very similar to the feathers of a phoenix, but it is not wrapped in flames and looks much bleaker.
"Is this the feather of a phoenix?" the little broom star asked, with a hint of jealousy in his voice that he didn't even realize he had. "Which phoenix is it from?"
One look at this fancy color gradient makes you look like a sexy bitch!
Lian Feng asked mysteriously: "What do you think?"
The little broomstick was very excited: "There are so many phoenixes in the world, how could I guess them?"
The shape of the feathers is so coquettish, it must not be a serious phoenix!
"This is your feather, little fool." Lian Feng's voice was gentle.
Take back all what you just said! Jiujiujiu! This feather looks like a magnificent phoenix! The little broom star was so shocked that he almost fell off Lian Feng's lap: "How come you have my feathers?"
Lian Feng said nothing, just stared at him, a feeling of nostalgia welling up in his eyes as quiet as a deep pool.
Little broom star: "You won't have a crush on me for a long time, hahaha!"
"That's right." Lian Feng's eyes were slightly hurt, and the corners of his lips raised helplessly, "Don't laugh at me. Even my name is a homophone of phoenix, and Lian means love. Fortunately, I didn't know your name at that time. , otherwise I really don’t know how to come up with this name..."
The little broom star was suddenly shocked as if struck by thunder.
"Sure enough, you have no memory at all." Lian Feng smiled bitterly and dusted off the paper in his hand, "Let me tell you a little story. A long, long time ago..."
Little broom star: "..."
Lian Feng: "...there was a poor little sparrow. It didn't have enough to eat, didn't have warm clothes, and was being beaten with pebbles by naughty children."
—It was a harsh winter.
Because of the Siberian overlord cold wave, this winter is colder than any previous winter.
However, the sparrow will not know the cause of this severe winter. It only knows that it is going to die.
For several days in a row, it hid in its den and dared not go out. Although the den was covered with ice and snow, it could at least block part of the raging cold wind. But today it had to go out to look for food, otherwise it would freeze to death. They may starve to death first.
The sparrow fluttered its little wings and flew to the window of a house following the route in memory.
On the windowsill, there was a neat row of cut plastic bottles filled with grains.
The owner of this house is kind-hearted and knows that these little birds have a hard time in winter, so he puts something on the windowsill for them to eat every day.
The sparrow buried its head in the cut plastic bottle and eagerly pecked at the grains mixed with snowflakes and ice. However, just after eating a few mouthfuls, a strong wind blew from behind and almost blew the sparrow off the window sill.
Just as the sparrow managed to stabilize itself, a wing was blown to the corner of the window sill, and a bird song full of malice rang out.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp." Hey, how could such a little thing touch our food? A ferocious little Zhaofeng stared at the sparrow with a playful look. It was a young bird that was hatched in the back mountain just this year, but after all, it was born as a monster. It was more than ten times bigger than the sparrow in bare head. When teasing the sparrow, it looked like Play the same.