In the small border town of Fenggang, at noon on this hot summer day, the sun was so hot that it seemed to bake the entire city. However, in the Xia Mansion, there was a figure busy.
Xiao Ning was wearing a cool short-sleeved shirt and shorts, squatting in the yard, tinkering with something intently. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, but he seemed to be completely unaware of the heat and was still focused on the work in his hands.
Time passed by minute by minute, and no one knew how long it had been. Suddenly, a pair of slightly sticky hands gently covered Xiao Ning's eyes. This sudden action made Xiao Ning a little overwhelmed, and his body trembled violently.
At this moment, a sweet voice like a silver bell came into his ears: "Ning'er, guess who I am?"
After hearing this voice, Xiao Ning thought for a moment, then raised his lips slightly, revealing a gentle smile. He slowly stretched out his hands, placed them on the backs of those hands, and whispered, "Sister Xia Chan?"
However, his answer did not seem to satisfy the person behind him. He only heard an unhappy snort, and then the hand covering his eyes suddenly increased its strength, causing Xiao Ning to feel a sharp pain.
"Hmph! You only know my sister, you playboy!" The voice was a little angry, obviously dissatisfied with Xiao Ning's answer.
Xiao Ning was startled by the sudden pain and screamed involuntarily. He quickly begged for mercy:
"Isn't it? Little Senior Sister? Stop pressing, your eyes are going to be pressed in!"
After a long while, Xia Ling slowly released her hand that was covering Xiao Ning's eyes. She was wearing a long, cool dress that was as white as snow, and the hem of her dress fluttered gently in the wind, like a fairy descending from the earth. Her arms were elegantly folded in front of her chest, like a blooming white lotus.
"My voice is exactly the same as my sister's? It's been so long, and you still can't tell the difference!" Xia Ling's voice was clear and pleasant, like the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley, but there was a hint of anger in it.
After hearing this, Xiao Ning couldn't help but blush shyly. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly and explained: "Oh, you can't blame me for this. After all, your voices are so similar that it's normal for me not to recognize you."
Hearing this, Xia Ling rolled her eyes at him unhappily, as if she was not satisfied with his explanation. However, when her eyes inadvertently fell behind Xiao Ning, she was suddenly attracted by some wood and a strange object placed on the ground.
"Ning'er, what are you doing here fiddling with these pieces of wood and this strange thing?" Xia Ling asked curiously, "This thing looks like a Feng Shui wheel?"
Seeing Xia Ling showing interest in what he was doing, Xiao Ning was immediately delighted. He quickly stepped forward, picked up the thing on the ground, and explained to Xia Ling with a smile:
"Junior Sister, this is not a Feng Shui wheel, it's called a fan. Look, this is how it's used."
After that, Xiao Ning gently waved his right hand and drew a mysterious spell in the air. In an instant, a strong spiritual energy was quickly injected into the fan like a clear spring.
With the infusion of spiritual energy, the blades of the fan began to rotate slowly. At first, the speed was relatively slow, but soon it became faster and faster, and finally it started to spin as fast as a whirlwind.
As the fan turned, the originally somewhat stuffy air seemed to be stirred up, forming a cool breeze, which gently brushed across people's faces like a clear spring, bringing a hint of coolness and making people feel refreshed.
Xia Ling's eyes widened, her face full of surprise. She felt the cool breeze and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow! It's so cool! Ning'er, you have such a skillful hand!"
Before he finished speaking, Xia Ling couldn't wait to snatch the fan from Xiao Ning's hand, and immediately placed it in front of herself as if she had found a treasure, feeling the cool breeze.
Seeing this, Xiao Ning raised his lips slightly, revealing a faint smile. He said modestly: "These are just some insignificant tricks. I will make two more now and send them to mother and sister Xia Chan."
Xia Ling's smile widened when she heard this. She nodded gently to show her agreement. Then, she walked to Xiao Ning's side, sat down slowly, and watched Xiao Ning making the fan carefully.
Xiao Ning's movements were very skillful. He cleverly pieced the materials in his hands together, and soon, an exquisite little fan took shape.
At this time, Xia Chan was holding the small fan that Xiao Ning had made for her, blowing the air leisurely. Occasionally, she would stretch out her slender little hand and gently wipe the sweat from Xiao Ning's forehead, as if it was the most natural thing.
This scene was like a loving couple, full of sweetness and warmth between each other. Not long after, Xiao Ning successfully made two small and exquisite fans. He looked at his masterpiece and couldn't help feeling a sense of satisfaction.
At this moment, a figure slowly walked into their courtyard. She was also wearing a white dress, and compared to Xia Ling, she was a little taller, but the two sisters looked very similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Xia Ling's eyes were drawn to it. She excitedly picked up the fan in her hand and shouted, "Sister, look! Ning'er made a small fan, and the wind it blows is so cool!"
Xia Chan's eyes fell on Xia Ling, who was dancing with joy, and a doting look appeared on her face. Her eyes were full of tenderness, as if they could melt everything. Then, her eyes moved to the fan in Xia Ling's hand, and she couldn't help showing a look of surprise.
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