"Haha! I fly the highest, fly the highest! ”

The grass warbler flies in April, which is a good time to fly a kite.

A few children learned how to make kites with their own hands, and finally went out to fly them together on a sunny afternoon.

He Zichen's hands and feet were hairy, and the paste kite was ugly and not strong, swaying in the wind, looking like it was about to fall down at any time. Seeing that He Ziyang and Sheng Ling's kites were gradually rising, he was a little itchy, a little impatient, and after a while, he grinned and rubbed to Sheng Ling's side.

"Shengling, Shengling, your kite is so good! It flies steadily and looks good! He sincerely praised those two sentences, and Sheng Ling nodded slightly in response.

He Zichen tugged at the kite string in his hand, and said: "Actually, my kite is not bad, the appearance of the eagle is very majestic!" ”

Sheng Ling glanced up at the kite that was swaying like an old hen in the air, and continued to release the line in his hand, although he didn't say anything, the "I dare not agree" in his eyes was clearly conveyed.

He Zichen pretended not to see the other party's disinterest, and then said cheekily: "Sheng Ling, let's change it, shall we?" Yours for me to play, mine for you to play, okay? ”

Sheng Ling frowned slightly, protected the spool in his hand, and took two steps away from him guardedly, only then he shook his head, and his attitude of refusal was very firm.

He Zichen was a little unhappy by his guarded posture.

He doesn't want to snatch other people's kites for himself, he just wants to exchange them for fun, and if he doesn't change them, he won't change them, so it's really annoying to worry that he will pounce on them at any time.

As a child who is full of joy and anger, if he is not happy, his face will naturally not look good. He Zichen's face suddenly sank, and he said in his heart: Okay, since you think I'm going to rob it, then I'll rob it for you! Hum!

Thinking so in his heart, he was really ready to pounce and grab it, but he was stopped halfway by He Ziyang, who had been silently paying attention to this side.

He Ziyang said with a stern expression: "Zichen, why do you always bully the Holy Son?" ”

"How could I bully him?!" When He Zichen heard this, his eyes turned red with anger, he didn't care what others said, but he couldn't stand Ziyang looking at himself like this.

Seeing that the brothers seemed to be quarrelling, Sheng Ling hesitated to take a few steps to this side, He Zichen was angry, glared at him fiercely, Sheng Ling stopped, and looked at this side silently, his eyes were a little speechless.

He Zichen didn't care what Sheng Ling Shi thought at this time, he said in his heart: Ziyang was always facing me, no matter who he compared, he was on my side, and as soon as Sheng Ling came, he stood on his side, and Ziyang was no longer my brother alone.

Thinking about it like this, the anger disappeared a little, but my heart was even more sad.

He thought, obviously you are bullying me together, I don't want to play with you anymore.

"I just want to change kite flying with him, my kite can't fly high, really, I don't want to bully him." He Zichen thought so in his heart, but he still lowered his head to explain, looking like he obediently admitted his mistake.

He didn't want Ziyang to hate him, even if Ziyang changed his mind, he was still his favorite brother.

In the past, no matter what he did, Ziyang would like him, but now that Ziyang has a new playmate other than himself, he is not sure at first.

"Now, brother's kite is for you to play with!"

He Ziyang listened to his brother's explanation, and immediately believed it, feeling a little guilty for his misunderstanding, he directly stuffed the spool in his hand to He Zichen, and then took another spool from He Zichen's hand, looked up at the old hen-like kite in the air, and praised sincerely: "Chenchen is really good-looking, I like it very much." ”

Sure enough, Ziyang is the best!

He Zichen's heart suddenly cleared, and he didn't care about the little dispute with Sheng Ling before, and happily released He Ziyang's kite, which was a brightly colored koi-shaped kite, wagging its tail leisurely in the wind, looking particularly beautiful.

The kites flying by He Zichen and Sheng Ling seemed to be chasing each other, flying higher and higher in the wind, and gradually became two distant dots in the sky, He Zichen raised his head and stared intently.

"Ahh Exceeded! My flight is the highest! ”

The wind gradually became stronger, and the koi-shaped kite finally flew higher than the crane-shaped kite, He Zichen jumped up happily, turned his head to look at He Ziyang, but saw that his eagle-shaped kite shook and fell down when it reached Ziyang's hand, and it happened to hit Ziyang's head with a snap, almost falling apart.

He Ziyang picked up the kite and looked at it, his eyes showed some distress, and when he looked up and saw He Zichen looking at himself, he quickly smiled and said, "It's okay, Chenchen, I'll fix it." ”

He Zichen was stunned for a moment, and then said fiercely: "Who wants you to cultivate, won't I be able to cultivate myself?" Give it back to me, I don't want to change it with you! ”

He suddenly found that his broken kite was really not good, and it couldn't be compared with the kite made by Ziyang at all, and it was simply bullying people to exchange such a thing with people.

He was about to return the koi kite to Ziyang, but when he turned his head to look, he found that the kite string was entangled with Sheng Ling's white crane kite, and Sheng Ling was running around anxiously on the ground, trying to untie them.

He Zichen was also anxious, and ran over to think with Sheng Ling about how to untie it, and the two of them tossed around with the spool for a long time and didn't get it right, but let the two kites get closer and closer, and they were about to collide together.

He Zichen was anxious, and he couldn't break Ziyang's kite, he had to return it to Ziyang intact.

"Sheng Ling, this won't work, we can only break one of the threads......"

As he spoke, he moved his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he tore off Sheng Ling's kite string, and a gust of wind blew, and the white crane kite was no longer entangled with another string, and gradually broke away from the control, drifting farther and farther.

Sheng Ling looked at the spool in his hand in a daze, and then looked up at the sky, only to see that the kite with the broken string was really as far away as a white crane, and it could never be caught again.

He Zichen said proudly: "Look, isn't this unraveling?" I'll pick up your kite later......" Before he finished speaking, he was slammed to the ground by Sheng Ling, and his back was hurt by the stones.

Sheng Ling knelt on him with one leg, and his fist smashed into his face with a strong wind, He Zichen's cheek hurt fiercely, and a trace of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you crazy about?!"

He Zichen scolded, and immediately wanted to fight back, but he didn't expect Sheng Ling to have such great strength, holding him down with one hand, pressing him so hard that he couldn't turn over, so he could only scold fiercely while struggling.

He Zichen had never been bullied like this since he was a child, and he was very annoyed, he thought that when he turned over, he must return it tenfold.

Sheng Ling didn't care how violently he struggled, he just cared about punching him fiercely. Obviously, his movements are so fierce, but his expression in the backlight is full of grief and indignation, and there are faint tears in his eyes, and he looks almost crying.

He Zichen's movements slowed down, and he suddenly didn't want to struggle.

"Don't beat Chenchen!"

He Ziyang rushed over and pushed Sheng Ling away, seeing his younger brother's blue nose and swollen face, he was so distressed that he was angry at Sheng Ling for the first time, and he shouted: "Why are you like this? The national teacher has said that you can't hit people casually! You're so bad! You...... I didn't expect you to be so bad! The wording is jerky, but the anger is real.

Sheng Ling lowered his eyes, did not explain or refute, and his posture was silent and stubborn.

He Ziyang wanted to beat Sheng Ling to vent his anger for his younger brother, but he had never fought since he was a child, and he was a little at a loss for a while, so he finally ran over and grabbed Sheng Ling's hand and slapped his palm several times.

Sheng Ling and He Ziyang have always been good friends, and they didn't hide when they were beaten by their good friends, and silently let him beat him, as if they didn't care about anything, but the appearance of biting their lips and enduring it looked really pitiful.

He Zichen got up from the ground, still very angry in his heart, but looking at Sheng Ling's appearance, he was inexplicably a little unbearable, he stroked his swollen and sore cheeks, grinned and said, "Forget it, Ziyang, let's not worry about the little mute." ”

When Sheng Ling heard this, he glared at him fiercely, there was some hatred in his eyes, and he looked like he was about to pounce on him and bite him at any time.

He Zichen also felt a little angry in his heart, he decided to expose the matter so generously, and the other party actually had an indomitable virtue.

Usually, according to his temper, he would have rushed up and beaten him back, but somehow he didn't want to beat Sheng Ling now, so he barely suppressed his anger, but he still muttered rather angrily: "Be careful, isn't it just a broken kite, wouldn't it be good to help you pick it up, as for such a big temper." Even if it's ......"

Sheng Ling took a step towards him, looking like he wanted to fight again, but he glanced at He Ziyang, who was blocking him with open arms, and still didn't move.

His whole body was tense, his clenched fists were almost trembling, he gritted his teeth, seemed to be enduring something, his little face was a little red, and finally he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, and suddenly turned around and ran in the direction of the Star Picking Tower.

The bean-sized raindrops fell, and Sheng Ling's white figure quickly disappeared into the denser and denser rain curtains.

He Zichen stood stunned in place, and after a long while, he lowered his head and whispered the words that he didn't have time to say: "...... Even if I'm wrong, can't I apologize to you? ”

He Zichen felt that Sheng Ling was really a stingy ghost, he had never met such a stingy person.

Isn't it just a broken kite, and it won't be angry if you beat him.

Isn't it just a broken kite, hmph, he can also make kites, a hundred a day, all kinds of things! It's better than what Sheng Ling did!

Then he would call a hundred men to fly the kites, and the sky would be full of kites that he had made. As for himself, he walked around with a pair of scissors, and cut the kite string in his hand when he walked in front of him.

No one will be angry with him, let alone beat him, they will say, "The little boy is well cut!" ”

In the end, a hundred kites were cut by him, and they floated and floated in the air, some of them crashed and fell together, some of them drifted far away with the wind and could not be found again - but he was not distressed at all, and he laughed happily. Shh What's so distressing, isn't it just a hundred kites!

Hahaha! Ha ha! Ha!

He Zichen laughed tastelessly twice, but no matter how many scenes he imagined, he couldn't cover the tears that fell before Sheng Ling turned around.

Sheng Ling, what a stingy ghost.

But the stingy ghost actually cried, He Zichen felt a little uncomfortable, he felt that he could be a little more generous and took the initiative to apologize.