Chapter 66: Sha Yan'er

To be honest, this day was almost the most boring day for Hong Yanwu. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The abnormal atmosphere of the class completely left him with no room to play, and no one paid attention to him from beginning to end, and as a result, he felt uncomfortable all morning, and only felt listless.

So when he came to school in the afternoon, he didn't come to class at all, but braved the whistling wind, and ran to the wasteland in the school yard to find freshness, and pondered how to catch a bug from there, so that he could have some fun in his classmate's pencil case.

But he didn't expect that when he was looking for insects from the old elm tree by the school wall, he looked up along the trunk and saw a broken "big sand swallow" on the tallest branch on the top of the melon.

As a result, the kid's saliva almost didn't come down at that time, completely ignoring the fact that it was a windy day of the fourth or fifth level, and without even the slightest hesitation, he climbed the wall like a tanuki, and then went up the tree again by "rubbing".

Speaking of which, let's say a few more words.

It is spring March in Beijing, although it is windy, but it is mostly a sunny day, which is a good time to fly kites.

In the eyes of the people of the old capital, kites have always been listed in the category of "customs of the year".

To put it bluntly, the kite flying in the sky is as necessary as the rock sugar gourd in the mouth and the empty bamboo shaking in the hand, and it is an indispensable thing to play in spring.

Therefore, often in the spring, when the sky is clear and the wind is right, people who have leisure will go to the open field to put one or two, some with children and the whole family, and of course, some by themselves.

In this way, no matter whether spring comes early or late that year, people know that spring is approaching as long as they see all kinds of kites flying in the air. Therefore, there is a poem, "The grass grows and the warbler flies in the February sky, and the willows on the embankment are drunk with spring smoke." The children returned early from school and were busy releasing paper kites in the east wind. ”

In addition, if you want to talk about the kite that the old Beijing people love to fly, it must first belong to Sha Yan'er, which is commonly known as "Black Pot Bottom", and is also known as Jing Yan'er and Zha Yan'er. The old saying "black butterflies in the north city, big bayazan in the south city" is what it says, which is a well-deserved representative of the kite in Beijing.

Its most striking feature is that the pattern is mostly black as the base and is in a large font shape. When it is high in the air, the blue sky sets off the black and white of the kite, which is particularly eye-catching.

But good-looking is good-looking, but the production process of sand swallows is very complicated. Among them, the four links of "piercing, pasting, painting, and putting" not only require skills, but also all meticulous work, and the difficulty of production is quite high. In addition to the connoisseurs who specialize in eating with kites, there are not many people who can make this kind of kite by themselves, and there are even fewer people who can be called good paste.

So usually, children in ordinary families often only covet this kite. As for the "flying machines" they can have, most of them are just self-made "fart curtains".

Speaking of this "fart curtain", I have to say a few more words, because this is probably the most humble homemade kite, and it must be quite qualified to apply for a Guinness for it.

The kite has only four sides and a cross skeleton in the middle of the bamboo strips, which are shaped like tiles. Because there is often a tail or tassel attached to the bottom, it is a fart curtain that flutters in the wind in the hand and looks like a child, so it is named.

Of course, such a shoddy kite is not only unsightly, but also easy to be blown away by the wind, and must not be easy to fly. Therefore, there are often children who run in a hot sweat, and at most they work hard to the extent that they are three feet away from the head, and they can't put it in the air at all.

Speaking of which, it is probably already very clear, and it is not difficult for us to imagine how Hong Yanwu felt when he saw this sand swallow as a child.

For such a child who usually only fiddles with the "fart curtain", it is really tantamount to being hit by a "pie falling from the sky".

If you want to use the right words to describe his mental strength at this moment, it is like a bad wolf seeing fat meat, and once he sees it, he refuses to talk about it again. It's completely at all costs, and I want to get this sand swallow in my hands.

So now this kid has only one thought in his mind: that is, as long as he can give this kite enough, not to mention that he will become the only one among all the children who has a "high-level" kite, just with his courage and adventure, he can completely suppress the children in the three nearby alleys.

In this way, Hong Yanwu thought beautifully in his heart, and out of a yearning for "fame", he braved the cold wind and climbed higher and higher on the old elm tree......

What does it mean to be fearless for the ignorant?

Hong Yanwu is!

But in the end, after all, adults still know how powerful it is.

It so happened that a third-grade teacher took two students to the boiler room to turn on the water, and just as they were passing by, they happened to see Hong Yanwu trying to climb up, and was almost blown down by the strong wind.

As a result, the teacher was stunned. And then as soon as he came back to his senses, he hurried to the tree and ordered Hong Yanwu to come down from the tree immediately.

I don't want Hong Yanwu, this kid to screw up. He was like being evil, no matter in his eyes and heart, he only stared at the big sand swallow on the treetops, and he didn't want to think about whether it was worth it or not. It's better to risk being blown down by a strong wind than to wait for a kite to get off the tree.

So, the matter suddenly became a big problem.

Since Hong Yanwu was a "well-known person" in the school, the teacher didn't need to inquire at all, so he directly arranged for the students to notify Hong Yanwu's homeroom teacher.

The news of the "front line" soon reached the office, and the head teacher, who was hesitating about Teacher Chang's conditions, heard that Hong Yanwu had climbed the tallest old elm tree in the school, and was almost blown down by the wind. He jumped up from his seat in a panic, and then hurried to the campus.

What frightened her even more was that when she rushed to the scene of the incident with a sigh of relief, she found that Hong Yanwu on the tree was still persistently "climbing the peak" under the watchful eyes of many people, and he was not far from the kite on the branch.

The old elm tree at the school, which was ten meters tall, was trembling in the howling wind. The head teacher heard the school worker standing on the side say that even if he took a wooden ladder now, he couldn't reach this kid, and if he didn't get another strong wind, he would have to fall. Suddenly, my heart was so anxious that my eyes were red.

In a hurry, she looked up at the "live monkey" who was high above and had no distractions, and hurriedly shouted to him. The meaning is nothing more than asking him to get down the tree, stop this "animal" behavior quickly, and return to the world of "people".

Unexpectedly, the "evil animal" was completely unmoved, only staring at the target and not wavering.

The head teacher thought that Hong Yanwu hadn't heard it, and he was waiting to shout again. But the third-grade teacher was worried that this situation would cause Hong Yanwu to be distracted, so he stepped forward in time to stop her.

The head teacher had no choice but to wait under the tree with the third-grade teacher, and continued to hend his neck in a hurry.

In this way, in the howling wind, on the desolate and weedy land of the school, under the eyes of many students, two anxious teachers and the "atavistic human" who flexibly tossed and moved on the branches formed an indescribable landscape.