The Lu family's backyard was where the vegetable garden was. Later, the children were no longer interested in growing vegetables. Mo Xiaodie designed an antique pavilion here. Because both Mother Lu and Mrs. Lu liked plum blossoms, she specially designed a pavilion in the pavilion.
Several plum trees were planted around it, turning it into a small plum garden.
In winter, the sunshine is just right and the fiery red plum blossoms are in full bloom on the branches.
Under the plum tree, there is a drawing board. A girl is wearing a pink coat, holding a watercolor plate in one hand and a paintbrush in the other, painting with concentration.
Her hair is spread softly behind her back, and she has a slender figure. A beam of sunlight pours on her face through the blooming plum blossoms. The girl is as beautiful as a fairy walking out of ancient poetry.
From Luo Yongmu's position, he could only see a profile of her face, but just such a profile made his heart beat faster unconsciously.
In today's impetuous society, there are too few girls with such quiet, elegant and aloof temperament.
He just stood in the warm winter sunshine, as if admiring a beautiful ink landscape painting, quietly looking at the girl not far away who was immersed in painting.
Time seems to stand still at this moment!
Momo, who had been accompanying Dudu just now, was going to the front yard venue to get food. When she walked to the backyard with a dinner plate, she happened to see Luo Yongmu, who was looking at him infatuatedly.
She frowned slightly and walked behind him: "Luo Yongmu, why didn't you go find my elder brother and the others, and what were you doing in this backyard?"
At this time, Luo Yongmu, whose attention was attracted by the girl painting not far away, was startled by the voice behind him. He quickly turned around, his cheeks unconsciously getting hot: "Well, I, I'm a little bit
I was bored, so I just took a walk, and when I smelled the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, I came over to take a look."
Dudu, who had been concentrating on painting, suddenly turned around when he heard a sound, 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?" Dudu frowned slightly, seeming a little unhappy.
Momo hurriedly walked over and put the food in her hands on the stone table aside: "Seventh sister, have you really forgotten him? When he was in Ninth Middle School, he was a famous talent in our school. He participated in the poetry competition and won the
Here’s the champion!”
Dudu tilted his head and thought for a while, still looking confused.
Because she was traumatized as a child and was not good at socializing, she spent a lot of time immersed in her own world and didn't care much about external affairs.
This Luo Yongmu didn't have any interaction with them when they were in junior high school. She really didn't know who he was.
After listening to Momo's words, she still looked confused and answered honestly: "I, I don't remember!"
Luo Yongmu originally looked at her expectantly, hoping that she would remember him! After hearing Dudu's words, the expectation on his face instantly turned into disappointment.
However, he did not lose heart. Instead, he stepped forward and extended his hand to Dudu generously: "Hello, my name is Luo Yongmu, and you should be Lu Zidu, the seventh among the nine treasures of the Lu family! I'm glad to meet you here.
you!"
Dudu looked at his outstretched hand and took a cautious step back, clearly refusing to shake hands.
Luo Yongmu retracted his hand in embarrassment and sneered: "Today is your birthday, I wish you a happy birthday!"
Dudu still didn't speak, seeming to be wary of him.
The scene was a little awkward for a while.
Momo quickly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Well, Luo Yongmu, my sister is a little timid and introverted and doesn't like the excitement. Don't scare her. Thank you so much for coming to our birthday party! Well, my brother
They are in the front yard, maybe they have been looking for you!"
Luo Yongmu glanced at Dudu again, and then his eyes fell on her paintings. Although he didn't understand painting, he could see that her painting skills were very high.
The plum trees on the painting board are lifelike, showing their vigorous vitality in the sunshine.
He raised his head and looked at Dudu again: "Lu Zidu, this painting of yours is really good, can you give it to me?"
After hearing his request, Momo laughed: "Luo Yongmu, you are so funny. It's our birthday. Where is the birthday gift you prepared?"
Luo Yongmu scratched his head in embarrassment: "Um, you nine, I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I really don't know what gifts to prepare?"
After finishing speaking, he suddenly walked to Dudu's drawing board: "How about this, how about I write a few words for you?"
"Write? There is no pen here, how do you write?" Momo looked puzzled.
Luo Yongmu bent down and picked up the brush beside Dudu, casually dipped it in some watercolor, and pointed at the plum blossom painting that was nearing the end of Dudu: "Can I write two poems on it?"
His eyes were full of inquiry and he looked towards Dudu.
Under the sun, a thin and handsome young man has a confident smile on his face.
Momo originally thought that Dudu would refuse, but to her surprise, Dudu nodded: "Okay! If the writing is good, I will give this painting to you!"
"Seventh sister, you?" She was surprised by her sister's different behavior.
Dudu smiled and explained: "Momo, he is also a guest, isn't he?"
Momo nodded and looked at Luo Yongmu: "Okay, my sister agreed. If Luo Yongmu doesn't write well, I won't listen to you!"
Long Yongmu didn't say anything. He raised his brush and quickly wrote two lines of poetry in the upper corner: "Thousands of trees are cold and colorless, but there are only flowers on the southern branches."
Although it is a paintbrush, the words written by Luo Yongmu are still vigorous and powerful, revealing the beauty of flowing clouds and flowing water.
A line of small words in light gray embellishes Dudu's painting, which is more vibrant and charming.
Momo exclaimed: "Luo Yongmu, I didn't expect that your handwriting can be so good. Have you been practicing calligraphy?"
When Dudu saw his words, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Luo Yongmu was a little embarrassed: "Well, in order to train my patience, my dad forced me to practice calligraphy since I was a child. I think my writing is okay! I made you laugh!"
"Luo Yongmu, please stop being modest. What does it mean to be okay? This writing is so good!" Momo praised.
Luo Yongmu looked at Dudu: "So, this painting you just talked about?"
Dudu walked to the drawing board, took down the painting and handed it to him: "I'll give it to you. I keep my word!"
Luo Yongmu looked surprised and quickly reached out to pick it up: "Thank you! Don't worry, I will find someone to frame this painting when I go back and hang it in my room."
When he was picking up the painting, his fingers accidentally touched Dudu's. He felt the other person's fingers were a little cold, and his heart jumped twice involuntarily.
"Well, although the sun is shining brightly today, the temperature is still a bit low in winter. Wear more clothes to avoid catching a cold!" He looked at Dudu with concern in his voice.