[020] I knew Yunxian to a young age, and the blue silk on Furong's head
Jia Chen pointed at the wall, Yun Danfeng smiled lightly:
"I fly up with you."
"Ah?" Lin Daiyu opened her bright lips in shocking, her eyes, and she asked in unbelievable eyes:
"Brother Chen, aren't you laughing?"
Looking at her cute and cute little, Jia Chen smiled Wen Run:
"I'm serious, you climb to me and hold me tightly, I jump on my back to the wall."
Lin Daiyu was still doubtful. She wanted to refuse, but Jia Chen had established a solid and reliable prestige in her mind. Although she did not believe that Jia Chen could do it, she still wanted to give Jia Chen a chance to try it.
"Well, Brother Chen, I will try with you, but you must not force it." Lin Daiyu said, walking around Jia Chen's back.
Jia Chen squatted down, feeling that a pair of small hands gently put on his shoulders, and then, the two small hands slowly closed along the shoulders to the side neck, and finally crossed together.
At the same time, the neate jade Wenxiang behind it became closer and closer, and finally attached to the back tightly.
Jia Chen stabilized Lin Daiyu's legs with his hands and asked, "Have you hugged it?"
Lin Daiyu's first head, showing his chin gently in Jia Chen's shoulder, whispered:
"Hold tight."
"Okay, let's take off!"
After speaking, Jia Chen bowed forward, stepped on the hind legs, and helped run five or six steps away. Then he stepped on the wall with one foot. Then he stepped on five steps in turn, jumped, squatted on the wall.
In the process of leaping like the clouds and flowing, Lin Daiyu felt the sound of the wind sounding in his ears, and everything in the field of vision suddenly turned up to look up.
When Jia Chen stepped on the wall, Lin Daiyu's dizziness across Jia Chen's shoulders, you can see the blue sky and white clouds on the horizontal corner.
The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, Lin Daiyu was so scared to close his eyes, let the spring breeze mess with bangs and hair.
Jia Chen crooked her head and found that her eyes were closed and her eyelashes trembled slightly. It seemed a little scared.
At this moment, Jia Chen felt heavy on his body, as if he was carrying the whole world.
"Hold tight, I'm going to jump down!"
Jia Chen told him, leaped down, and fell steadily on the ground.
At the moment of landing, Lin Daiyu's lily scattered scattered, such as the hair of the waterfall fluttering, and then gently scattered on Jia Chen's shoulders, crispy itching, soft and smooth, and the feelings were in the soul.
缱绻.
Jia Chen tilted his head, Lin Daiyu still closed his eyes tightly, his breathing was a little rapid, and the fragrance of blue musk was sprayed in his mouth and nose.
, Swinging.
Jia Chen Wen said:
"Sister Lin, open our eyes, let's go outside the wall."
Lin Daiyu slowly opened her eyes. When she saw the scene in front of her, she stunned first, and immediately exhaled.
Jia Chen asked with a smile:
"Sister Lin, are you okay?"
Lin Daiyu was shocked and trembled:
"I'm okay, but just a little scared, I almost thought I was going to death."
Jia Chen softly comforted: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
Lin Daiyu's heart was warm, her eyes were red, and she was crying.
In addition to his father's words, no one has never said that she wants to protect her, including Jia Baoyu who entangle herself every day.
Seeing Lin Daiyu want to cry again, Jia Chen joked:
"Okay, don't cry, your hair is messy. If you cry again, others think I am bullying you."
Lin Daiyu heard the words, and the sourness in the nasal cavity was diluted a little.
She raised her hand and touched her hair, and found that the head rope that held the hair was spreading, and all hair was scattered.
"Why is it? Oh, the girls used to help me comb their hair. I don't have a mirror now. I can't see the top of my head and back.
Bar."
Lin Daiyu was so nervous because in ancient times, people attached great importance to their appearance etiquette. The hair was exuding, and her placket was left.
Moreover, in traditional customs, the suits worn by the deceased are mostly left, in order to indicate that the yin and yang are different.
If a woman exudes out her hair in the middle of the night, she will really be mistaken for a female ghost.
In Da Zhou, regardless of men and women, the hair is a kind of manifestation of neither self -respect nor respect for others.
Jia Chen laughed:
"I'll help you restore your hairstyle."
Lin Daiyu asked in surprise:
"Do you still combine the bun from the girl's house?"
"Well, I watched your lily a few times, and I have seen how this bun was combed." Jia Chen smiled indifferently.
Lin Daiyu was shocked slightly. Unexpectedly, Jia Chen just watched it a few times, and he could be able to show up the lily of the lily that he felt very complicated.
Although Jia Chen was out of good intentions, but men and women were not taught. Lin Daiyu wanted to refuse, but he thought that he was held by Jia Chen and let him touch his hair. It was not impossible.
"Well, there is Brother Lao Chen." Lin Daiyu owed a gift.
Jia Chen pointed to a stone pier under a willow tree next to him and said:
"Come, you sit down, I'll help you comb your hair."
Lin Daiyu nodded well, sitting elegantly on the stone pier.
Jia Chen raised her soft hair, and the ten fingers fluttered between the hair and danced, as dexterous as wearing a flower butterfly.
"Okay!" Jia Chenyun spit out the two words lightly, but shocked Lin Daiyu.
"So fast! Brother Chen, you just watched it a few times, and you can get out of the lily and the buns so quickly, which is faster than the snow geese and the purple cuckoo."
Jia Chen smiled indifferently:
"Everything is learned by the world. I just observe more carefully and see through your bun structure."
In a moment, a touch of red glow appeared on Lin Daiyu's cheeks.
Jia Chen said that he observed more carefully, wouldn't he say that he had seen himself many times?
After all, Lin Daiyu is a girl. After watching a boy carefully, he will naturally be shy.
If you change others, Lin Daiyu will feel disgusted and disgust.
But Jia Chen is not the same. Lin Daiyu trusts him, and he also admires and loves it.
Of course, this kind of love is just the kind of closeness of children's playmates, and it does not mix the desire of men and women.
Jia Chen stretched out his hand towards Lin Daiyu. The sun shone on Jia Chen's face through the willow branches swaying with the wind.
Slightly hesitant, Lin Daiyu put his little hand on Jia Chen's palm, and through Jia Chen's pull, he stood up.
"Go, I'll take you home."
Jia Chen smiled, but did not hold Lin Daiyu's little hand.
Because through this quiet and unmanned road, there is Ningrong Back Street in front. Many pedestrians on the streets come and go. Considering that this era is still very particular about men and women's defense, he does not want Lin Daiyu to feel uncomfortable.
Lin Daiyu found that Jia Chen did not hold his own hands, and she was slightly lost in her heart, but she also understood that Jia Chen was thinking about herself. Soon, the sense of loss turned into a stranded warmth.
The warmth that is carefully cared and cared for.
When he took Lin Daiyu home, Jia Chen made her a plate of tomatoes fried eggs.
Lin Daiyu asked curiously: "What kind of dishes are it in this egg? Red, I seem to have never eaten it."