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Early the next morning, they were awakened by the knocking of Zhou Sui. Trying to pretend they hadn't heard, but the knocking continued incessantly, so Zheng Yu had to go and open the door.
"You'd better have a good reason."
Zhou Sui raised the breakfast in his hand and shouted inside under the murderous gaze of Zheng Yu, "I brought breakfast for you, crab roe wontons and soup dumplings!"
"I want to eat wontons," Chen Jing said, looking confused at the door with a messy hair.
Zheng Yu can only make way and let Zhou in.
After being roommates for almost a year, Zhou Sui has accurately grasped Chen Jing's taste. Chen Jing is happy with the food, so even if Zheng Yu has complaints, he doesn't say anything more.
"You guys just take me with you. The kite festival is not far from here. Let's go together?"
The atmosphere was very awkward yesterday, so the next day I flew solo. Lin Fangchi naturally went out with his girlfriend, and it's not appropriate to go with the two girls, so I can only shamelessly tag along with the couples.
"I won't bring her." Zheng Yu decisively refused, seizing a good opportunity to deepen their relationship. He didn't want to bring a third wheel.
Meanwhile, Chen Jing lowered her head to eat, pretending not to have heard anything.
When he got angry, he snatched the soup dumplings and stuffed them into his mouth, saying, "Give me back the buns, friendship is more important than love."
After all, he took advantage of others' kindness and ate their food, and in the end, they still reluctantly brought him along at the age of Zhou Sui.
They hadn't even approached when they saw all kinds of kites flying in the sky. Surprisingly, there were trains flying in the sky, whales, pandas, and even Chang'e.
Chen Jing was really surprised, everything seemed fresh to him. In his deprived childhood, he had only one experience of flying a kite, which was not particularly enjoyable.
At that time, his sister had just started primary school, and their uncle took them to the park to play. His sister wanted to buy a colorful kite when she saw them.
Children wouldn't know where to put it, but the uncle still bought one for each of them. It was an ordinary swallow kite, not very attractive, but Chen Jing liked it very much.
However, for someone without skills, it is still difficult to fly a kite alone. Meanwhile, the sister just needs to stand in place holding the kite string, and the uncle will help her fly the kite by running alongside her.
She laughed happily, running on the grass, and happiness came to her so easily. But Chen Jing's chubby gray swallow didn't fly in the end.
"Do you want to give it a try?" The kites here are of all shapes and sizes, not necessarily flyable, but there are regular kites for sale at the nearby stall for visitors to play with.
Chen Jing chose a blue butterfly, and Zheng Yu seems to be very skilled.
He stood behind Chen Jing, holding the kite string for him, "Let out a little more."
Warm breath sprayed on the neck, Chen Jing felt a little itchy and subconsciously shrunk her neck.
"Pull it." Zheng Yu said as he pulled the kite string, and the kite actually flew up a bit, but then quickly fell down. "Pull it again."
"It's really flying!" Chen Jing exclaimed in surprise as she watched the kite slowly soar higher.
"Am I amazing?"
"Amazing," Chen Jing praised without hesitation.
"Let go," Zheng Yu said, releasing him to let him play on his own.
"How do you have so many things?"
Zheng Yu furrowed his brows, "Do I have a lot?"
"Exactly, drawing, flying kites, riding a bike, he's good at everything, even spinning a bottle." He's not good at any of these.
"You're just too obedient." Zheng Yu has always been restless, he's played almost every game there is to play, but some games are not suitable for Chen Jing, and he doesn't want her to know.
Maintaining a bit of mystery is quite nice.
Zhou Sui sat on the grass and complained, "Can you two stop being so lovey-dovey?"
Even flying a kite requires a hug.
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