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The wild cats in the park began to pull their throats like babies crying again**, and another spring in Beijing finally drove away the cold air that they didn't want to leave.

The evening breeze is no longer cold, with a little fragrance of grass and catkins.

Catkins, like cotton candy, some children are not sensible, grab it and send it to their mouths, and the parents next to them wave it with a big mouth.

In a few months, the Pocheng Xiang Hotel is like a reed in the fertile mud of the field, which grows vigorously under the stirring of spring.

Yin Deji raised funds, established Pochengxiang Food Culture Company, and expanded at lightning speed, and began to plan to open branches in other first- and second-tier cities.

That afternoon, he said he wanted to talk to me alone.

When he came to my house, he threw a black box on my desk.

"What is this?"

"Open it and take a look."

"Password?"

"Your birthday, no, it's ours."

After entering the code, there was a click, and the box opened, and there were bundles of brand-new hundred-dollar bills lying neatly inside.

"What do you mean by that?"

"This is what you deserve, when I was most critical, you didn't say a word, threw me 200,000, a brother is a brother, this is what I pay you back."

"To be honest, I'm not an immortal, I'm also an ordinary man, it's the first time I've seen so much money, I'm a little moved."

"Don't chirp with me this time, it's yours, just accept it." He said solemnly.

"How much is that?" I took out a bundle and turned it upside down like a poker, and the touch had a magical and dizzying radiation effect.

"2 million."

"2 million? Many people may not be able to earn so much in their lifetime. ”

"Now that we're developed, it's time to enjoy it. Think about the hard days when we used to live in the basement with Xiaoqiang as our companion, hey, bitter! However, the hard days are over. Hehe. Hurry up and put it away. ”

I said, "We used to fantasize about what we were going to do if there were 2 million, but now, there really are 2 million in front of me, it's so fucking exciting." ”

"Haha, yes." Yoon Deok-gi wanted to close the box.

I stopped him.

He looked at me quizzically.

I said, "I used to borrow 200,000 yuan from you, so today, I will get back the 200,000 yuan that belongs to me." ”

After I took out two bundles of money from the box, I closed them decisively: "These are yours, I can't ask for them." ”

"Hey!" Yin Deji was very annoyed, "Why are you still the same as before, you said that we are not as good as before, and the 2 million is also according to the ratio of the 200,000 investment you gave me at the beginning and the current output. Hurry up, don't do this, take it quickly. ”

"Yin Zi, you have come to this point now, I am really happy for you. Along the way, I have witnessed the hardships and hardships you have suffered every time you have progressed, and I know that every penny here is hard-won and you have earned it with your blood and sweat. I also understand your current psychology, you are a righteous person, and you don't want to treat your brother badly, but you must understand that I am good to you because I like you from the bottom of my heart, not because I like your achievements, honors or money. I won't ask for your money anyway. That's my principle. ”

"No, no, no! Don't want to fight with me this time, I don't believe it, I can't change your principles, if you don't accept it today, I won't leave. ”

Seeing him lying on my sofa with a dead face rubbing his skin and rubbing his itch, it seems that he can't say anything if he doesn't play some tricks this time.

I thought of a delaying tactic: "Good, good. Count you as hateful, so be it, you can help me collect this money first, and then ask you when I need it. Okay? If you give it to me now, I don't have a place to put it, and I don't know how to manage and invest, which is also a waste. ”

He thought for a moment: "Okay, I'll keep it for you first, if you want to use it, find me to get it at any time!" ”

Eventually, a warm breeze blew into the room, blowing the pages of the books on my shelves.

"Spring is here, the breeze is warm, we should also go out for activities." Yoon Deji looked at the swaying kite in the sky outside the window and sighed.

"What's wrong? Nostalgia for the days when we were kite-chasing when we were kids? ”

"That's a lot of nostalgia."

"If you are free tomorrow, call everyone and go to Pinggu to fly kites."

"I'm free!" Yin Deji stood up and shouted happily, "It's long overdue!" ”

The next day, it happened to be a beautiful day, Yuan Zheng carried Xu Lu and Lu Zehuan, I carried Fu Wenxin and Xiao Ni, and Yin Deji carried Mei Ge to Shilin Gorge in Pinggu together.

In the car, Fu Wenxin chanted: "Whoever makes a light kite and looks from afar, it seems that the birds are not many." Before he took a line to go by the wind, there were fools looking up. It may not be possible to reach the blue sky, and occasionally it can be safe all day long. can't afford to shake the vicissitudes of life, and it seems difficult to laugh and kill Peng. ”

I said, "In the world of the king's order, the kite has life, and although it cannot reach the extreme sky, it shows its soaring state like a bird. Perhaps, there is a kite in everyone's heart, which is the most primitive dream about flying hidden in the body. ”

"I'd rather be a bird than a kite, because kites don't have the freedom to control their direction and height."

Thinking of the scene of a few of us flying kites on the mountain in high school, Fu Wenxin and I both smiled slightly.

The kite also flew through the watery childhood, mischievously drawing a sad symbol in the clear blue sky, forever pasted on the wall of memory......

The skeleton of the kite comes from a dead bamboo plant in the Sichuan Basin.

Bamboo is the most flying plant. When the warm wind combs the bamboo forest, countless cyan wings secretly exchange their heads and ears, and they convey the desire to fly to the breeze, birds, and flowing clouds.

In the deep bamboo forest, everything is quiet. You can almost hear mosquitoes rubbing their feet and sap surging through these plants. Sometimes, death here is also silent.

I don't know what year, month, and day, the tip of a bamboo bloomed a small white flower, a flower of death that implied mystery. Another bamboo broke and fell in a violent storm, and the crisp and sharp sound pierced the thunderstorm and reached the children's hearts.

They waited with excitement for the southeast monsoon to bring spring. Finally, the field was green, the fireworks smiled, and they walked into the bamboo forest in twos and threes - don't aim your machete at an energetic living bamboo - these are the words of the old man, and the holy decree. The bamboos that had bloomed and the bamboos that had been knocked down by the storm were moved back to their homes with shouts.

The paper, from the workbook that was just used last semester, and the date of the teacher's review with a red pen on it, cannot be found by the parents; glue, which each person bought for a few cents at the grocery store called "Old Place" in the middle of nowhere; line, the price of not being able to eat snacks for a month.

This is our "Stone Age", and the tools are simple but practical.

What followed was a restless night. I don't know how many times I have woken up from my sleep, and when I opened my sleepy eyes, I saw the boundless night outside the window.

The stars glowed cold, but fortunately, the rain only fell in dreams. In the blur, a soft call seemed to be heard, a cry from the quiet wilderness, where the organic crickets, the sour prickly pears, the rising paper kites, and the scattered lawns of wildflowers, the earthy things that attracted their hearts like magnets.

We always greedily suck on the smell of the earth – it should be the most essential smell of nature, and the smell of the children themselves, from which we all grow.

The next morning, the rice porridge that my mother had boiled and her gentle grumbling voice were left behind. The white dew on the tip of the grass wets the trouser legs, it doesn't matter, the most important thing is to protect the kite.

The March wind is obedient like a slave, and it slowly rises with a kite in its arms. Sometimes, it recklessly changes direction, and the children's hearts follow the undulating kite. Finally, the breeze politely returned to the unchanging track of spring.

Under the blue sky, the plane with its long tail and kite shine together. The white ribbon that tore through the sky gradually widened and faded until it disappeared.

Airplanes give us a lot of imagination. It was once thought that the airplane, like a kite, was a flying machine that had nothing to do with steel and gasoline, and we even believed that if the plane flew low enough, it could be taken off and placed at the head of the bed, as simple as picking the stars in the sky in the stories of the old people.

The kites fly higher and higher, higher and smaller, and they carry the dream of flying for the people on the earth like the spirits hatched by heaven and earth.

Seeing Xiao Ni dancing towards the kite, I thought of Geng Hao, Yin Deji and Lu Zejun in my childhood, and thought of those years when I used snot as glue to stick kites.

The kite made the bamboo realize the dream of flying, and also allowed the person tied to the other end of the line to experience the baptism of purity.

For me, kites are no longer a mixture of paper, bamboo, and thread, but a handicraft in my heart, a kind of life experience.

On the top of the Pinggu Mountain, every moment of our laughter and play reminds me of the early mornings when we stepped on the grass and white dew, the kite on the head, the verdant bamboo forests and the endless green hills. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.