Reborn Enemy Husband

Lu Zhuxi saw that his father was being coaxed by his father, so he didn't stay there any longer. After watching the two husbands and wives, he flicked the ashes off his body, took out a cattail fan from the corner, and walked out. own yard.

Summer nights always come very late, it is obvious that dinner has already been eaten, and the day is still bright, Lu Zhuxi walked around the outside of his yard to digest food.

Feeling the sweltering summer heat in the air, Lu Zhuxi fanned the palm-leaf fan agitatedly, but did not get much relief, because the wind from the palm-leaf fan was hot air.

I really fell for that stinky Taoist priest.

Lu Zhuxi couldn't help slandering the old Taoist again in his heart, sending him to such a place, wouldn't it be difficult for him, a modern person, to survive in ancient times? ? ?

(An old Taoist somewhere sneezed violently and started cursing: Which little bastard scolded me behind my back?)

Zhuxi felt more bored the more he walked, so he simply sat on a big rock at the gate of his courtyard, put the cattail fan aside, picked up a small wooden stick, and wrote and drew on the ground.

By the way, I gave myself a psychological hint: calm and cool naturally.

I saw Lu Zhuxi randomly drew a few strokes on the ground with a small wooden stick, and a fancy and simple figure came out.

Lu Zhuxi propped his chin, looked at the pattern he had just drawn, and frowned in dissatisfaction, added a few strokes to the original simple pattern, and only relaxed his eyebrows after feeling a little decent.

Lu Zhuxi went for a walk in the town today, and found that the hairpins and hairpins used by the ancient people are too simple, and the patterns and styles are either flowers or flowers. Few of them stand out, or make people see them. A bright feeling.

Men and buddies don’t use headgear much, basically just tie their hair with cloth strips, but some guys who can dress up will put a hairpin on their hair, not like the kind used by women.

Just like his father, a wooden hairpin has been used to fix his head, but it is just a round stick, and it is not worth seeing except that it is rounded and fuller.

Too simple things made Lu Zhuxi, who is in modern contact design, very itchy. He really wanted to use his father's wooden hairpin to transform it.

It's a pity that I can only think about it. After all, although the hairpin looks ordinary, it cost more than ten yuan to buy. How could his father give it to him to make it.

Moreover, he is not very sure about his handwork. He can draw and design, but he dare not speak of his hands-on ability.

Lu Zhuxi looked at the freshly baked patterns on the ground in distress. Whether he could see or not make it was really a headache. If he could make it and show it up, someone might fall in love with it, and it would be a fortune at that time. Small income said.

"Brother Xi, what are you doing with such a bitter face?"

The second brother Lu Zhuyi Lu saw his younger brother sitting there holding a small wooden stick, writing and drawing on the ground, with a serious face, so he didn't bother him, just stood not far away watch.

Seeing him stop, he was a little curious about what his little brother had painted, and he still had a bitter face, so he stepped forward and knelt down beside him, asked aloud, and glanced at the painting on the ground by the way.

Lu Zhuxi was slightly startled by his second brother's voice, patted his small chest, cast a reproachful glance at his second brother, and then made a sound.

"It's nothing, I just want to get a good-looking hairpin for Dad." Lu Zhuxi pointed to the pattern on the ground with a small wooden stick.