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The wind really woke up after noon. First, he tentatively stirred up the little sparrow's broken hair, and then rushed into the grass slope like a wild horse, crushing the entire patch of dogtail grass into undulating green waves. "Quick! Lift it higher! Even higher!" The little sparrow stamped its feet and shouted, its cheeks flushed red from running. The huge sand swallow kite in her arms had gold-painted scales and feathers on its wings trembling wildly, as if it was really being revived by the wind. Qingye clutched the bamboo bone and raised his arm a little more as he was told. His muscles and bones from practicing martial arts shouldn't be sore, but this kite seemed to be competing with him - every time it took advantage of the wind to take off, it would slump down like a drunkard, its wings making a muffled "pop" and kicking up a small ball of dust mixed with dandelion fluff. "Qing Ye Damu! You have to work with your wrists! Live like... Like making glutinous rice balls!" The little sparrow jumped anxiously, and the juice from the grass leaves splashed on her goose-yellow trousers, leaving a few bruises. He stared at the deep red mark on his palm made by the hemp rope, and suddenly remembered the ruler his master had used to slap his hand. He was also so hot, but he was missing those scorching bright eyes in front of him. "Come again!" The little sparrow had already grabbed the spool and stuffed the rough hemp rope into his palm. "Just listen to my orders!" Her fingertips were sweaty and quickly brushed the inside of his wrist. Qingye's knuckles stiffened and he almost let go of the rope. "Run—!" The girl's screams were mixed with the wind and hit her eardrums. Qingye subconsciously stepped forward, his cloth shoes crushed the grass stems, and the smell of clear and astringent juice burst out. He heard a "hula" sound like cracking silk behind him, and turned around to see Sha Yan's golden belly brushing against the top of his hair. "Let go! Let go!" The little sparrow screamed as it chased the shadow of the kite. Qingye loosened the grip between his fingers. The hemp rope was pulled away from his palm like crazy, causing the skin to ache, but there was a strange itch in the pain - as if something was being pulled out of his closed body, floating higher and higher. The sand swallow finally caught the wind, its wings no longer trembled, and it hung steadily on the indigo sky. The long tail brushed through the flowing clouds, sifting the sunlight into fine golden sand, which fell into the little sparrow's raised eyes. "It's done! I told you you can do it!" She laughed and bumped into him, her sweaty forehead brushing against Aono's shoulder blades. He smelled the grass seeds and sun-baked smell in her hair, like freshly cut rice stubble. The spool returned to the little sparrow. Her thread-releasing fingers were as light as a sparrow's beak. When she lifted and pressed, the sand swallow twirled obediently, and the tips of its wings swept out a smooth arc. "Did you see that?" She raised her eyebrows proudly, "If the thread is too tight, you will fall over. If you let go, you will be thrown away! It has to be like this-" She suddenly took the spool and poked Qingye's chest gently: "There must be a string here so that the hand can be loose or tight!" Qingye stared blankly at the flying kite. The seemingly fragile hemp rope stretched into a gentle bowstring between the clouds and the ground. The wind is rushing on the string, and the palm of the kite flyer is firmly holding the weight of the entire sky. The cheers of the little sparrow were carried away by the strong wind. Qingye quietly closed his fingers—— Except for the rope marks in the palm, Still burning a trace She didn't have time to take it away Permed hair. Purpose: live a good life