Yuan Bao ran away from Ying'er in a blink of an eye, Fang Xin's refusal words choked in his throat and didn't come out. It was so uncomfortable that he couldn't go up or down, but everyone was gone, he could only look at the goose cub on the ground and shook his head and sighed.
"Sir, look at this goose cub, it's so cute. Where did Master Luo get these two goose cubs?" Basket became interested when he saw the two fluffy goose cubs, crouched beside the box and stretched out his hand Petting goslings.
Who the hell knows where he got it. Fang Xin sighed in her heart and crouched down, looking at the two goose cubs.
Although the person who took them as a gift is not serious, these two goslings are really cute, with fluffy fur, bright yellow and bright yellow, round small heads, a pair of small black eyes, and small brown beaks. He pecked at the vegetable leaves in the box, looking foolish.
"It's very cute." Fang Xin couldn't help but stretch out her fingers to touch the little goose's back.
Soft and silky in color. Fang Xin's mouth ticked involuntarily.
Seeing the bamboo tube on the legs of the goose cub mentioned by Yuanbao, Fang Xin paused with her fingers, then grabbed the goose cub who was playing the role of a swan goose, and asked the basket to take down the bamboo tube.
Opening the bamboo tube, Fang Xin curiously took out a small paper roll inside, unfolded it, and was stunned for a moment.
Above is a small image. On a note that was less than two inches wide and three inches long, there was a portrait of a little brother holding a mask. The person's eyebrows and expressions were exactly what Fang Xin looked like on the Lantern Festival.
The brushwork is delicate and the lines are soft, capturing Fang Xin's verve that day, especially the disgust and alienation in his eyes, and even the patterns on the mask are inseparable.
Looking at this small portrait, Fang Xin's brows and eyes softened immediately, but when he looked at the word "first acquaintance" in the upper right corner, he pursed his lips, and his eyes became cold again.
Luo Mingda obviously didn't remember him, he thought that Lantern Festival was the first time the two met.
Also, after a lapse of six years, the young boy of the year has grown up, and at that time, he didn't take a serious look at himself, and he didn't remember it...
Basket saw that his son looked at the note without moving for a long time. He leaned over his head and glanced at it, only to find that it was a painting, and it was his son.
"Son, this portrait is really well drawn, it looks very similar to you."
Fang Xin returned to her senses, but did not answer, she rolled up the note again and stuffed it into the small bamboo tube, and then stuffed the small bamboo tube into her sleeve pocket.
Seeing that Fang Xin was reluctant to say more, Basket quickly changed the subject and asked, "Sir, what about these two goslings? Do you want to keep them?"
Fang Xin grabbed a goose cub and put it in the palm of his hand. With the other hand, he lightly touched its fur and nodded, "Why the goose cub? Go and ask the goose cub how to raise it, and then go to the kitchen to get it for them. Eat something."
"Good son."
On the Luofu side, after Yuanbao returned, he immediately went to report the situation to Luo Mingda.
"How is it? Is Brother Xin happy?" Luo Mingda asked expectantly.
Yuanbao scratched his head and replied, "Master, I look at it, Young Master Xin is quite surprised, but he doesn't seem to be happy, and he doesn't even laugh."
"Didn't laugh?" Luo Mingda frowned, touched his chin and thought, and said, "Impossible, so cute little goslings, Brother Xin doesn't think they are cute? I think they are very cute."
Yuan Bao hesitated for a while, and said, "Maybe, I haven't had time to show it yet? You asked me to put it down and run after I finished speaking. I didn't have time to see if he was happy."
"That's right!" Hearing this, Luo Mingda slapped his palms and said, "You can help me deliver things in two days."
Yuanbao asked curiously, "Master, what do you want to give? A chick or a duck?"
Luo Mingda patted Yuanbao's head and scolded with a smile: "What little chick, little duck, do you think Brother Xin specializes in raising poultry!"
"What is that?" Yuanbao asked while rubbing his head.
"Go, go and help me polish the ink." Luo Mingda said, and walked in the direction of the study.
Two days later, Fang Xin received another gift from Yuanbao - a folding fan, on which was painted the scene of the day of the trip.
In the distance, the mountains are surrounded by clouds, the waterfalls are tumbling down, and the trees are verdant nearby. Beside the mountain stream, a little brother is slightly bending over to look at the little fish in the stream. It was Fang Xin himself, no doubt.
Fang Xin watched it carefully for a while, shook her head, and then casually placed the painting on the edge of the dresser in the room.
For the next half month, Fang Xin would receive a portrait every three days, all of which were during a trip.
In the paintings, sometimes only Fang Xin is alone, either wearing skewers, washing hands by the stream, or by the stove, no one else is drawn, only a few pieces of cooking utensils are drawn; sometimes, there is also a person in the painting , Fang Xin knew that it was Luo Mingda himself, because it painted the scene of their conversation on the other side of the pool, and there was a picture of Fang Xin handing the clothes to Luo Mingda beside the carriage.
Sometimes, a small note will be included in the portrait sent, asking how he is doing, how is the little goose how is it...
Fang Xin was a little helpless, and put the portrait together with the previous one and didn't care anymore.
On the Luo residence side, for half a month, Luo Mingda didn't go out. Even Chu Rong refused to come and went out. He painted and painted happily in the study. Even if Fang Xin never replied to him, he would not go out. Happy to draw.
Mr. Luo has been busy with government affairs every morning and late at night. Now that he has finally finished his work, it is a little strange to see that his younger son has not had any troubles these days, so he asked Luo Fulang.
Lofron smiled and whispered to him.
"The eldest brother of the Shilang's family? Just the one you told me before?"
"Yes. A very good brother, if San'er can do it with him, that's really a blessing that our three children have cultivated in the last life." Lover Lang replied.
"He likes that brother very much? Isn't it just a novelty?" Lord Luo asked suspiciously.
It's not that Lord Luo doesn't believe in his son, but it's really that Luo Mingda used to run to Hualou a lot before, and it's really difficult to make him believe that his son will really like a brother now.
"I have been asked by a matchmaker to propose marriage, how can there be a fake?"
"Proposing a marriage? Why didn't you tell me about this?" Lord Luo was surprised.
Lofron glanced at him and said, "You forgot? At that time, I told you that you fell asleep as soon as you got up. Anyway, it didn't work. I didn't say anything because you were so busy. Later I gave forget."
"Oh, blame me, blame me. I was so dizzy a while ago. If he can really take care of himself, it would be a good thing." After listening to Master Luo, he was thoughtful, and then whispered to Love Lang for a long time. A consensus was finally reached.
The next day, as soon as Luo Mingda asked Yuanbao to go out to do errands for him, he found him.
"I said, San'er, what are you doing so mysteriously? I'm not allowed to come in for a while." Lover walked to the desk, looked at the paper balls on the ground, picked one up and thought See what it is.
"Hey, ah, you can't see, can't see." When Luo Mingda saw that he wanted to open the paper ball, he rushed over to grab it, and quickly picked up all the paper balls on the ground and stuffed them into the paper. in the basket.
Lofron: ...Thinking that I don't know what you're doing
Love Lang cleared his throat, and then said: "I happened to meet Fang Fu Lang a few days ago, oh, it's Brother Xin, hey, we chatted casually, we talked about Brother Xin, and then got some news ."
"Oh? Is there any news from Brother Xin?" Hearing that, Luo Mingda, who was still pressing the paper balls in the paper basket, immediately looked up.
"Yes." Love Lang nodded and asked mysteriously, "Do you want to know what kind of man Xin Geer likes?"
"Think about it, ah, hurry up and say it." Luo Mingda immediately ran over and said, pulling on Lovelang's sleeve.
Lover was amused in his heart, but raised his chin in a serious manner and pointed to the wastebasket, the meaning was self-evident.
Seeing this, Luo Mingda scratched his head and said, "Hey, ah, I'll just write and draw. Just tell me."
Lofron didn't say a word.
Luo Mingda was helpless, and then took a piece of paper from the waste basket and handed it to Lovelang, saying, "You are not allowed to laugh."
"Okay, okay." Love Lang took it over and unfolded it. As expected, he said, "According to your level, it would be difficult to marry Brother Xin smoothly."
"what?"
Luo Fulang sighed, looked at Luo Mingda and said, "Grandpa Xin's knowledge is famous in the capital. Brother Xin has followed his grandfather since he was a child. Big talk, Brother Xin's knowledge is much better than yours, and it's no worse than those scholars who go to school. Do you understand? "
"... You mean that Brother Xin won't take a fancy to me. Eh, no," Luo Mingda asked with a bitter face, "Ah, are you here to let me give up Brother Xin? Didn't you want to give it to me before? Did I say kiss to brother Xin?"
Lover shook his head and sighed: "Oh, it's not Ah Me who hit you. Ah Me asks you, with your current appearance, if you chat with Brother Xin, can you both have a chat?"
Lominda: "… "
"If he says that he likes the poems of so-and-so and so-and-so's opinions, are you sure you can answer it?"
Lominda: "… "
Lover patted his son's shoulder sympathetically, and said, "So, son, it's totally unacceptable for you to look like this! You have nothing but good looks, but a good-looking man can't eat you as a meal. Say yes, you, you really don't have any advantages that can make Brother Xin fancy, and you go out all day to find flowers and ask willows. Tsk tsk tsk, if I were Brother Xin, I wouldn't like such a man... "
Lominda's chin was poked on her collarbone.
Although he had already prepared in his heart that Brother Xin would not look at him, he was really sad to be said so clearly, especially the person who said that was his own, the one who was most unlikely to dislike him. My own people are even more sad, and they have said nothing about themselves.
Seeing his son's dejected appearance, Luo Fulang didn't wait for him to react, he quickly pursued the victory, and said, "So, son, after a few days of consideration and deliberation, I think it's better for you to give up Brother Xin as soon as possible. "
Luo Mingda's eyes were turning red, and he said in a low voice, "But, I like Brother Xin very much, and I want to marry him as a husband."
Lover patted his son on the shoulder, and while observing his expression carefully, he said, "Ah, I know, a good brother like Xin is not only good-looking, but also knowledgeable, and there is nothing to be said about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Next, which man doesn't like it? Listening to him, Brother Xin himself means that when he is eighteen next year, he will consider saying that the pro-person is going to be married. "
"Next year? Get married!" Hearing this, Luo Mingda raised his head in shock.
"Yes, next year." Lovelang nodded and continued: "It will be less than a year. I don't know which young master can win the favor of Xin Ge'er. I think it must be a man with poetry and books, A good man with good character and positive attitude!"
Lominda blinked and looked at him.
Lover added: "Oh, this is what Brother Xin said, saying that Brother Xin likes such a man."
Luo Mingda continued to look at him, and then said quietly, "Ah, why do I think you are trying to trick me?"
Luo Fu blinked his eyes, and guiltily reached out to straighten the hair that was not messy at all on his forehead, then coughed softly, and said, "Who put you in a trap? I tell you, that's Brother Xin. What do you say. Just ask yourself, just like you, can Brother Xin like you? "
Luo Mingda was discouraged again and said, "Ah, you don't need to say so much, I know that Brother Xin dislikes me."
"Then why don't you hurry up and fight for me? You still want to play every day. It's no wonder that Brother Xin dislikes me. If it weren't for you, I would dislike it."
Luo Mingda sighed and said, "I see. I'm not thinking about how to change Brother Xin's opinion of me."
"Don't just think, take action. You see that the books on your bookshelf are covered with dust." Seeing that his son really had some thoughts, Lover said earnestly, "I'm telling you, San'er. , Ah Mei is also a brother, I know my brother better than you. No brother likes to go out and run around every day, only a man who knows how to eat, drink, find flowers and ask willows, if you want Brother Xin to change his opinion of you, you have to let him see Until you completely change, you know?"
Luo Mingda looked at him Ah Me, saw the worry and deep hope in his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said, "I see, Ah Me." He thought about it for half a month before, and finally made up his mind.
"Do you really understand?"
Luo Mingda nodded: "I understand. Will you help me bring Master Ji back?"
In order to marry Brother Xin, I worked hard!
Hearing that his son was willing to invite the master, Lover truly believed that his son really wanted to change.
"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away." Loverlang left happily.
On this day, Fang Xin received two more paintings. However, this time the painting is a little different, it is no longer the scene when they met.
In the first picture, the person painted on it is still Fang Xin, and the expression on his eyebrows can be seen, but the picture is of Fang Xin squatting on the ground and feeding the goose cubs with vegetable leaves. Not only Fang Xin's demeanor was drawn vividly, but also the two goose cubs that raised their necks to peck at the Chinese cabbage leaf that Fang Xin was holding.
Fang Xin looked at the picture above, and the corners of her lips tickled. This idiot had never seen it with his own eyes. How did he know that he was feeding the goose cub
Still, the drawing is pretty good.
The second picture is not a whole picture, but a group of small pictures and four pictures, drawn in four grids, and accompanied by dialogues.
In the first grid, the painting is in a study, an old master is talking with a book, but the person behind the desk has already dozed off.
In the second grid, the old master found the student dozing off, called the student up, and then he spittled on teaching.
In the third box, the student was listening to the old master's education, but he fell asleep again while standing.
In the fourth box, the old master was so angry that he took out a ruler and hit the student on the head. The student hugged his head and wept bitterly, saying that he would never dare.
Fang Xin burst out laughing after reading it.
He looked at the picture again, knowing that Luo Mingda was drawing himself studying at home, he couldn't help but smiled and shook his head, and put the drawing away.
Afterwards, he walked to the desk, sharpened the ink, unfolded the paper, and started drawing with a pen.