"This paper kite is interesting." The young man standing next to Wang Zhi had a round face, shorter than the two people next to him, talking and laughing, and seemed to have a very lively temperament: "The paper kites in the capital are too cookie-cutter and boring. When we were in the countryside of Minzhou, we made paper kites by ourselves, and we really thought of what to do. I made the big spatula of our cook, and my brother made ......."

His words were forcibly interrupted, but Liu Yan could probably guess that what he didn't say was probably something unsightly.

What's in it? Liu Yan didn't mind at all, you must know that in the countryside before, everyone had tried everything that could be put in the sky, even if there was no paper, they could always come up with other methods. Liu Tan remembered that someone drew a piece of money on a kite...... There are also people who wrote the words "XXX King Eight" crookedly on the top, and everyone can see it when they put it up, and the one who was scolded is not someone else, but the father of the child who put the paper kite.

Of course, this child who wrote and scolded his own father was cleaned up severely, and he limped for the first half a month.

"It's still easy to walk, and it's very stuffy to take the boat." The round-faced young man smiled and said, "I seem to have seen a paper kite seller just now?" Shall we buy two of them too? ”

Wang Zhi just stood aside and smiled silently, and the young man stretched out his hand to him, palm up: "Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't go again, you're going to sell out." ”

Wang Zhi said, "Then you go." ”

His voice was clear and pleasant, with a slight dialect accent.

"I didn't bring any money, you borrow me first."

Wang Zhi took out the money bag and poured half of the money to him: "Be careful, don't let people coax." ”

The round-faced boy scrambled the money into his sleeve and pulled another companion to leave.

The man was not very happy to run errands with him: "You can go alone, is the paper kite still so heavy that you can't move?" ”

"Hey, look at what you're saying, can I buy three paper kites and put them all myself? Do you still have a share of the two of you? If you don't want to go, you don't like the paper kite I picked up, then don't blame me. ”

The man had no choice but to go with him.

Wang Zhi waved his hand at the two princesses: "Let the two of you laugh." ”

Since Liu Fang didn't want people to see their identities, Wang Zhi was also empathetic, and called them very vaguely, neither revealing their identities nor making people feel disrespectful.

He has the character of a child of a family, but he does not appear too arrogant, and he is still very easy-going and humble in his words and actions. Anyway, Liu Fang felt that looking at such a handsome face with clear eyebrows made people want to say a few more words to him.

Liu Yan looked at Wang Zhi, then at Liu Fang, and suddenly remembered what she said just now.

Liu Fang said that if she didn't get married, she would want to marry Wang Zhi.

Although this is a joke, after Liu Yanzhen saw Wang Zhi himself, he felt that there were three points of truth in this joke. The third sister, Li Zheng, whom she liked before, did not look like Wang Zhi and had a different temperament, but they had some similarities and similarities, perhaps the third sister herself did not notice this.

Probably she likes this kind of man who is talented, delicate, and has the style of a family.

Well, the third brother-in-law can barely get talented, and he is born well, but his temperament is not like Li Zheng and Wang Zhi.

Although the third sister is married, the person the girl likes for the first time in her life is not so easy to forget.

Liu Fang smiled and waved her hand: "Don't worry, this kind of true temperament that is not fake is also quite rare." ”

Liu Yan stood a little sore, she handed the spool in her hand to the bean soup, and sat down on the stone bench beside her. The long wicker was gently swayed by the breeze, and the bean soup was afraid that the wicker would get entangled in the thread, so he took a few steps back, and he had already stepped on the lake, and if he retreated, he would fall into the water.

"Let it go."

Liu Yan raised his head and looked at the paper kite that flew higher and higher, as if it was about to burrow into the clouds. The bean soup responded, and he didn't use a knife to cut it, intending to cut the line directly.

The movement of the bean soup stopped, and he looked not far ahead, looking a little puzzled and stunned, until his finger was cut by the twine, and he came back to his senses.

The taut thread was as sharp as a knife, cutting a diagonal cut in his finger.

Fortunately, the injury was not deep.

The bean soup sucked his finger in his mouth and reached out again, this time quickly and accurately cutting the thread straight through the middle.

There was a very obvious sound when the tightly tensed thread broke, and the thread was lost, and the golden ingots disappeared from sight at once. Maybe the sun was too blazing and dazzling, and in the blink of an eye, the paper kite disappeared completely.

The bean custard put away the spool in his hand.

The boy who was standing in front of the princess just now had already turned around, and this time the bean soup could see more clearly.

It is indeed a little similar to the old man in the past, but the person is not so tall, and if you look closely, the appearance does not seem to be so similar.

Liu Fang took the scissors in Chuncao's hand, looked up at her swallow with some reluctance, and made up her mind to cut it.

The swallow also disappeared into the air.

May the wind carry it as high as possible, as far away as possible, and take away all the unhappiness of the past.

If there is really a god in this world who can hear her wishes, Liu Fang hopes that her wishes can come true today.

The round-faced boy hurried back, holding two paper kites in his hands.

"Just two." He regretted a little: "There are many tourists today, and the business of selling paper kites is particularly good. The last two are still unwilling to bargain. ”

These two are still leftovers at a glance, that is, the most ordinary white cotton paper pasted on the bamboo bones, and there is no pattern and decoration at all.

"I've found pen and ink, and we'll write two lines of poetry on it, no worse than their painted gold."

He put the paper kite on the stone table, and happily handed the pen dipped in ink to Wang Zhi.

"Come on, come on, the talented man will help write two sentences."

Wang Zhi took the pen and was slightly distracted, and after a while, put the pen down again.

"I don't think I need to write anything."

The round-faced young man thought for a while: "Also, everyone thinks everything in their hearts, and it doesn't have to be written on paper to be sincere." ”

Liu Fang whispered to Liu Yan: "There are so many twists and turns for scholars. What they think in their hearts may not be the same as what they say, and what they say may not be the same as what they write in their pen. ”

In fact, what can't be written?

Ordinary people go to the temple to seek peace, children, and wealth, but as for scholars, eight out of ten will seek a future, want to be an official, and want to be a big official.

But they don't say that, they don't want to talk about being promoted and getting rich, and they all look noble and upright, and they have no desires.

Actually, what's embarrassing to write about?