The kite is in the shape of a colorful butterfly, but it is decorated with thin tassels. The butterflies are colorful but not messy at the same time; and the tassels are made of silver thread, which shines in the sun.
Yun Qiao tried it and found that it was very light and easy to fly, and she felt very happy: "It's really beautiful."
Aunt Wen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, immediately had something to say: "Isn't it my place to give a gift to Yun Qiao?"
Xi Lanting: "There are several in the trunk. You can get them yourself when you get there."
Hearing that Lu Yao became happy.
She also said to Yun Qiao: "Did you see that this man doesn't know anything about romance? Give me what he gave to you."
Yun Qiao didn't take it seriously: "It's fine if you have it, I don't pursue uniqueness."
Wen Luyao: "..."
Xi Lanting couldn't help but smile a little. The smile was very shallow, but warm enough, and it didn't look like him anymore.
When the car reached the outskirts, the sun was still very bright and a bit scorching.
Wen Luyao brought out Yun Qiao's umbrella.
When she held it up, Xi Lanting saw it and immediately said: "This umbrella is good, is it Yun Qiao's?"
"Why can't it be mine?"
"It's not like what's sold in the market. The material used is also expensive. Where can you get it?" Xi Lanting said, "Yun Qiao is different. Her grandmother knows many people."
Wen Luyao: "..."
Yun Qiao complained at this time, saying that Wen Lu Yao had robbed her of good things.
Hearing that Lu Yao was shameless, he ignored her and turned around to open the trunk and pick up the kite.
Then, Aunt Wen was so angry that she yelled at Xi Lanting from behind: "Xi Laoqi, who are you perfunctory with?"
Yun Qiao walked over to take a look.
There are several kites in the trunk, all of them are commercially available, and all of them are ordinary. Some of them are indeed very gorgeous, but compared with the one in Yun Qiao's hand, they are completely different.
Wen Luyao wanted treasures like Yun Qiao, but Xi Lanting treated her with these ordinary things, and she wanted to scratch him.
"Kites are meant to be flown, and they won't last forever. Does it matter whether they look good or not?" Xi Lanting didn't take it seriously, "If you fly it so high, who can see it?"
"Then why is Yunqiao's so good?"
"Yun Qiao's one is specially made, so it's better. The craftsman only made this one, do I have to force others to death and make another one?" Xi Lanting said in a casual tone.
He is a person who is not afraid to speak, but he cannot lose.
When they quarreled, he could make Aunt Wen so angry that she almost died, leaving Yun Qiao to enjoy herself.
I heard that Lu Yao wanted to hit someone.
She pestered Yun Qiao: "I'll switch with you."
Yun Qiao immediately avoided her: "No, this is a gift from Uncle Qi."
"If he gives it to you, it's yours." Wen Luyao said, "You can give it to me."
"It's very rude!" Yun Qiao said, "Auntie, we can't be rude."
Hearing that Lu Yao was so angry that she fell back.
The three people were noisy and stepped into an open space on the outskirts of the city. This place was at the foot of the mountain, with a branch of the moat running through it. Both sides were flat, with pear and peach trees in bloom. They were all blooming at this time, and the fallen flowers were like rain.
Many people have already arrived, spreading blankets and placing food in the open space.
"This is called Picknik." Wen Luyao said, "A lot of people have asked me out recently."
Picknik is the transliteration of the English word, which means picnic.
China doesn’t have this habit, and Chinese people don’t like to go outside to eat in the wild, because Chinese food is hot and fresh, and it’s not convenient to take it to the wild.
As the foreign powers invaded and opened the country, culture also followed. Yancheng is a seaport city, and people are learning about the West like crazy, so picnics have become a new fashion.
Everyone will bring cookies, cakes, and orange juice to sit in the countryside.
This is both elegant and trendy. If you bring a roast duck to your picnic, you will immediately become a laughing stock.
Aunt Wen felt that biscuits, cakes, etc. were just icing on the cake and could not replace three meals a day, so she could not accept going to the wild to starve and then fill her stomach with greasy cream and sweet orange water.