Moving out of the villa with high walls and deep courtyards and moving back to the old community where the sounds of chickens and dogs are heard, the life of kites and butterflies opens up another world.

The kite soon has a playmate who has to wait every day, a girl in the community who is one year younger than him, with a cute child's flower head, a pair of crooked eyes, a chubby face, a milky voice, and dresses up like a little princess every day. She liked this girl very much, and among the many children who played in the community garden, she was the only one who liked her. And I like it amazingly.

Seeing her and talking to her has become one of the things he has to do every day.

It is also his top priority when he comes home from kindergarten. No matter the wind or rain, the kite always persistently begged the butterfly not to go home immediately and let him wait. When the weather is bad, there is not a single child in the community garden, just the butterfly and the kite, standing alone in the pavilion, silly waiting. The always good-natured kite stops the kite, this time the son becomes extremely stubborn and stubborn, and even the butterfly has no way to take him. He is like a little stubborn donkey, and he can't pull it even if he is dead on his back.

The butterfly was angry and funny, helpless, and said to him: Silly boy, people won't come to this weather, when will we wait so stupidly? Listen to Mom, go home, tomorrow the weather is better, come back! Be obedient and obedient!

If he had seen her on the way back, he would have rushed over happily as if he had seen his lover from a previous life.

Looking at this unprecedented performance of the kite, the butterfly was both surprised and helpless. She didn't expect her son to be such an infatuated boy.

For the sake of his true feelings, Butterfly could only reluctantly let herself stay in a group of mothers-in-law and mother-in-law for a short time before dragging the kite home.

He would sometimes say to the butterfly, "Mom, I want to bring her a present."

The butterfly was dumbfounded for a moment and asked, "So, what gift do you want to bring to her?"

Zhi Kite thought for a while and said, "Mom, I want to give her the banana I ate this afternoon." As he spoke, he took out a yellow banana from his pocket, but it was already a little rotten. I don't know how he hid until now?

The butterfly was taken aback and said, "What?" Haven't finished your school's dim sum?

The kite looked at the butterfly and said very seriously: I want to bring it to her.

The butterfly almost laughed out loud and said, "Fool, people don't want your bananas." You see, it's all rotten. Can't eat it.

The kite looked at the banana in his hand, and seemed to feel very incomprehensible, so he couldn't eat it? He said: The afternoon was fine.

Butterfly said: You have covered it for so long, it's no wonder it's not rotten. Don't give it away, don't eat it, throw it away.

He wanted to cry a little, but he held it back, and his tone was a little crying, and he said: But, I want to give her a gift-

Butterfly smiled and said: This is simple, wouldn't it be better if you give her a painting next time? Didn't you tell her you were learning to draw. What she wants, you ask her, and then draw it to her.

The kite seemed to think that the butterfly's proposal was very good, so she burst into tears and smiled, and said, "Yes, my mother is right." Today I'm going to ask her what she likes.

Then it became a very urgent thing to see her today.

He even kept asking butterflies along the way: Mom, do you say she likes animals or plants? Shall I draw a bunny for her? …… No, it's better to draw a house......

Butterfly smiled, she was thinking about the dinner in the evening, and the things she didn't finish during the day today, and her mind was still circling around messing up some other things, this kind of problem of stopping the kite made Butterfly have a headache, but she had to be patient and go around with him, and said: As for this question, don't you ask her yourself? Excuse me? You ask your mother, how would your mother know?

Later, Zhi Kite made a kite for the girl herself, because the girl said that she wanted to fly a kite to play, and Zhi Kite was really stupid to spend a whole week making a kite and drawing the pattern on the kite. The kite was painted with a yellow and white orange cat, a stray cat that the butterfly brought him to feed every day, and he vividly drew it on the kite.

At first, Butterfly thought it was just a joke, and she couldn't make any kites at all, and Butterfly didn't have that kung fu or ability. But instead of begging for butterflies, he did it himself. Every night after eating, I was alone on the balcony, and the butterfly was busy with housework and didn't pay attention to it, but gradually I found a decent kite made of it.

The butterfly was amazed. She was surprised that Zhi Kite's hands-on ability was really above herself, and she hadn't discovered it before.

The kite said proudly: Mom, look, okay?

Butterflies can only say good: okay, how can you make a kite? Who taught you? Kindergarten teacher?

Zhi Kite smiled sweetly: Mom, you forgot, Dad once made one for me, and we let it go, and then the kite was blown away.

The butterfly suddenly suddenly. By the way, one year Zhuang Yousheng made a very beautiful kite for him, looking at a very magnificent and hideous big centipede, which was as big as an adult.

I didn't expect him to watch from the side.

At that time, the butterfly also said that Zhuang Yousheng: What are you doing with all this effort?

Zhuang Yousheng disagreed, and said: Do you know, children should fly kites, and I liked to fly kites the most when I was a child. When we went on an outing one day, you also let it go, and it was really happy.

During the Qingming Festival that year, Zhuang Yousheng took them out for a trip and flew a kite in a suburb, but none of the kites pinched the rope, and the wind was strong in the wild, so it was blown away. The kite was sad for a while, and Zhuang Yousheng comforted him and said that he would do it again next time.

It's just that this next time has now become far away.

The butterfly suddenly felt sad.