[69 Book Bar - www.] After staying on the broken bridge of the West Lake for a while, Ling Feng walked down with Zhen Fengxian. When he looked up, he accidentally saw colorful kites floating in the sky, including black and white swallows.
, there were colorful butterflies, and eagles spreading their wings in the majestic wind. Zhen Fengxian couldn't help but said happily: "My lord, look at someone flying a kite over there."
"Kite?" Ling Feng looked in the direction Zhen Fengxian pointed, and sure enough he saw kites floating freely in the sky. He said, "It's a kite. Come on, let's go over and take a look."
"Okay, let's go." Zhen Fengxian seemed to be walking faster than Ling Feng. It seemed that she also liked kites.
Finally, we came to the spacious street beside Su Causeway. I saw several children wearing various colorful clothes standing on the street, holding long strings in their hands, staring at their kites in the sky. On the other side of the street, there was a small kite.
There is a small stall with various colorful kites of different shapes and sizes. In front of the stall is an old man with white hair and beard sitting, who is concentrating on making beautiful kites.
Seeing Zhen Fengxian's eyes staring at the kite in the child's hand and refusing to leave, Ling Feng knew that she must like kites very much, so she walked to the stall and asked: "Old man, may I ask how you sell kites here?
?We want to buy one."
"The small one costs three cents, and the big one costs five cents." The old man didn't raise his head, he just made his own kite wholeheartedly, looking like a kite expert.
"Then I'll buy one." Ling Feng subconsciously wanted to pay for it, but then he thought that in this era, he spent money on gold, silver, and brother Kong Fang. He didn't have these things at all. Just when he was feeling worried, Zhen Fengxian came over and smiled slightly.
, said: "You didn't bring any money, right?"
Ling Feng nodded and said: "Fengxian, this kite costs five cents each. Let's buy one and go play there."
"Wait a minute," Zhen Fengxian blinked and said, "Guardian, it's rare for us to go out and play together anyway. How about we make a kite together?"
"Make a kite?" Ling Feng thought for a while, then clapped his hands and said, "That's great. The feeling of flying the kite you made must be very different."
"Old man, I'll give you this ingot of silver. Can you please teach us how to make a kite?" Zhen Fengxian placed a gold ingot on the stall. Seeing how generous the visitor was, the old man stopped what he was doing, took the silver and started teaching.
How to make a kite.
Ling Feng followed the old man's instructions to split the bamboo strips and make it into the arc shape of a butterfly. Tie it with thin threads. After the skeleton of the kite was completed, Fengxian gently drew it on the drawing paper.
Create a beautiful butterfly pattern. Zhen Fengxian’s painting skills are extraordinary. It only takes a short time to draw a large colorful flower butterfly, and then use wood glue to bond the drawing paper to the bamboo strips. Finally, a beautiful butterfly kite is made.
It’s done.
Looking at the kite they made by themselves, both of them felt a sense of accomplishment and couldn't help but smile happily. Although they were sweating profusely just now because they were overwhelmed, fortunately, it was not in vain. A perfect kite was born.
, the old man happily picked up his things and went home because he received a piece of silver.
Ling Feng looked at the gorgeous butterfly kite and said eagerly: "Come on, Fengxian, let's try how high the kite we made can fly? How far can it fly?"
Zhen Fengxian said confidently: "I believe it can fly very high."
Zhen Fengxian ran forward holding the long string of the kite in her hand. Ling Feng held the kite in his hand and followed him. Then he suddenly let go of the kite. He saw the kite flying rapidly into the sky with the wind. Zhen Fengxian held on tightly.
Holding the string of the kite, smiling sweetly, this is a kite made by the two of them, so it is of great significance.
Ling Feng caught up with Zhen Fengxian and stood behind Zhen Fengxian, holding her hand tightly and pulling the string that was thin but could control the kite freely. Under the control of the two of them, the kite flew higher and higher than in the hands of other children.
The kites are much higher, almost as high as the sky.
"Fengxian, are you happy?" Ling Feng asked, looking down at Zhen Fengxian's smiling face.
"Happy, today is the happiest day for me, Zhen Fengxian." Zhen Fengxian raised her head and stared into Ling Feng's eyes, hoping: "I really hope we can often fly kites together like this in the future."
Ling Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "Is there anything wrong with this? Fengxian, look like the thin kite string you are holding in your hand, isn't it being held tightly in your hand?
Is it? If you want it to fly, it will fly. If you don't let it fly, it will naturally not fly high. In fact, destiny is originally in our own hands, as is happiness. We can always fly a kite together.
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"Yes, I will." Zhen Fengxian nodded firmly. This was the happiness she had always wanted.
The reason why a kite can soar in the sky is because of the wind. Without the wind, it will naturally not be able to fly. Without the long string that it is holding on to, even if it can be free, it will not be able to get rid of it.
The fate of falling to the ground.
Watching the kite flying higher and higher, Zhen Fengxian couldn't help but boldly stretched the string a little longer and said, "I want it to fly higher."
However, the kite did not behave as expected. It only flew a little higher when the string suddenly broke. The kite was like a baby losing its mother's arms, slowly sliding down from the sky. Zhen Fengxian looked at the slowly falling downwards with some regret.
The kite said sadly: "How could it happen? I just want it to fly higher. Why does it happen?"
Seeing the sad look on Zhen Fengxian's face, Ling Feng hurriedly comforted her: "It doesn't matter, it's just a kite. You don't have to be unhappy because of it."
"No, it's not just a kite, it was made by the two of us together. I'm going to pick it up." After saying that, Zhen Fengxian turned around to pick up the kite.
"Fengxian, wait for me here, I'll pick it up." Ling Feng ran towards the place where the kite fell just before Zhen Fengxian agreed.
After walking through a long street, I finally saw the beautiful butterfly kite on the long branch of a locust tree not far away. Ling Feng walked over slowly. Fortunately, the branch the kite was hanging on was not high. Ling Feng
He just jumped lightly and picked it off. He was holding the butterfly kite and was about to walk back when a pleasant sound of pipa playing came over. Ling Feng walked forward looking for the beautiful notes.
The bluestone steps in the distance were crowded with people. I wanted to see what was going on, but because there were so many people surrounding me, I couldn't see anything at all. I could only hear the heartbreaking and resentful sound of the pipa.
"Oh, this woman looks so pitiful." A scholar in white sighed.
A man with a beard said: "I think so too. If she was just an ordinary woman, I would definitely ask her to be my wife, but she is not. I heard that her family has offended powerful people.
Anyone who gets involved with her will be in trouble. In my opinion, we should stay far away to avoid getting killed for no reason."
Hearing what the bearded man said, everyone around him dispersed in unison. Obviously everyone was afraid of getting into trouble and offending powerful people. Occasionally, there were a few white-faced scholars who were nostalgic for the beauty of the Pipa girl, but because
The onlookers gradually dispersed, not daring to stay any longer for fear of getting into trouble.
Ling Feng was just worried that so many people couldn't squeeze in. Who knew that one word from that person could scare all the timid people into leaving immediately. He walked forward with the kite in his hand, and what he saw was
It was a girl wearing white plain clothes and half holding a pipa, playing and singing on the street.