Green and black floating fragrance

Wanton

Heizi just leaned on him and asked, Qingfeng was taken aback, and forgot to ask if he wanted it.

It was Heizi who realized again—this posture was really inappropriate, he pushed Qingfeng's shoulder with some embarrassment, "Mr. Qingfeng, please put me down...or turn it over before eating..."

"No." Qingfeng turned his head away and touched the cloth towel that wrapped the rice ball with his lips, "If you don't tell me, I'm...really hungry. Thank you, Zhe."

There was still some distance between the corridor and the woodshed hut, Qingfeng ate the rice ball with Heizi's hand, but didn't stop.Heizi was afraid that he would choke while eating, so he wanted to pat him on the back with the other hand. He was already lying on the other's back, and he had to care about the paper kite and hold the rice ball, so he rubbed against Qingfeng's body a few times. success.Qingfeng thought he was moving too much, so don't fall and fall, so he slapped his ass with his backhand: "Azhe, don't move around."

Heizi obediently did not move.

"Hang the paper kite in front of me." Qingfeng thought for a while and confessed, "Hold my neck."

"Oh." Heizi replied in a Nuosheng, seeing Qingfeng swallowed a mouthful, and then handed over the rice ball.

Qingfeng chewed the rice balls slowly, different from the woody feeling of the old flat rice that Qingfeng usually eats, each grain of polished rice is very full.Because it is new rice, it has a fragrance of its own, and the unknown vegetable juice soaked in it makes it more refreshing; different from the last time, this time there is bread in the rice ball, Qingfeng pursed his lips, and only tasted the chopped rice. The broken ones should be egg yolks. Although I don't know what the mixed cold dishes are, they are very refreshing without the greasy taste of egg yolks.

"Azhe, what are these rice balls made of? Taste..." Qingfeng wanted to ask since he ate it last time, but he always forgot, this time he happened to remember and asked right away.He stretched out his hand and tugged at the rope—to carry Ah Zhe on his back today, it's better to be firm: "A Zhe, hold me well before going to the ground."

"Yeah." Heizi agreed, holding Qingfeng's shoulder tightly with one hand, "What do you think of the taste, Mr. Qingfeng?"

"Ah... um, it's a bit bitter..." Heizi's voice was filled with a little anxiety and nervousness, as if a child wanted to be affirmed by an adult.Qingfeng originally wanted to tease him, but he only left half of what he said on purpose, but he hesitated to continue, but he saw that Heizi had already lifted his whole body up, and moved his head closer.

"Bitter is bitter—but—" Qingfeng dragged out the ending, "It's very refreshing, I like it very much."

The person behind just replied "Oh." Qingfeng could hear that he was in a much better mood, he turned his head slightly, and said in surprise: "Azhe, could it be that you did it?"

"I originally wanted to use this to make tea and food..." When talking about this, Heizi obviously spoke more, and his speech speed became faster. It makes people lose their appetite, it is mild in nature, and tastes a bit bitter, so it can also serve as a base for strong tea."

His voice suddenly dropped, with some frustration: "But the teacher doesn't like this way, saying that it is not refined and generous enough to be on the stage."

"Hey...! How come...?"

"The teacher asked me to remove all these, but I couldn't bear it...Why do I have to be so particular about it? Even if it's just ordinary wild vegetables, it has a unique taste and feeling. Isn't it wrong to only pay attention to the value of utensils? Drinking tea is not something like this."

Qingfeng couldn't hear Heizi's anger. I don't know if he was complaining or feeling uncomfortable. After Heizi finished speaking, he didn't speak anymore. Qingfeng didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to say: "I like it very much. Make it for me to eat."

"That can't be done." Heizi was amused by him, "I have to relieve myself after eating too much."

"Hey...!" Qingfeng was taken aback, "What kind of food is this?"

"Dandelion." Heizi's warm and shallow breath brushed against Qingfeng's ear, "It's a dandelion."

The two climbed up to the roof, and Qingfeng led Heizi across the roof. He hugged Heizi to the branch, "Hold on to the trunk! I'll jump down to pick you up first."

This toon tree was more than two feet above the ground, and even among so many boys in the village, only Qingfeng dared to jump off the first time.He landed with the paper kite on his back, clapped his hands and stood up, while Heizi sat obediently on the tree, holding the trunk firmly with both hands.

"Azhe, just hold onto the tree trunk like this, and stand up slowly." Qingfeng whispered under the tree: "Yes, that's it, don't stand up straight, and then let go."

"Don't look down, slow down, just look at me." Qingfeng raised his arms and made a hugging gesture, "Look at me, I will catch you, and jump when I count one, two, three come down."

Heizi nodded seriously.

"If you want to be afraid, close your eyes." Qingfeng curled his fingers at him, showing an encouraging smile—if Ah Zhe was by his side now, maybe he would rub his head, "Anyway, don't worry, I Will pick you up."

He spread his arms and counted: "One, two, three—Zhe! Jump!"

As he counted to three, Heizi jumped down from the tree without hesitation.The hanging sleeves were held by him, and the wind poured in to blow out two small bags, matched with the light onion robe, like a little frog croaking with puffed cheeks.He didn't close his eyes, but closed them slightly.

Qingfeng knew that he was looking at her.

"Oh!" Heizi threw himself into his arms, Qingfeng groaned, stepped back a few steps to stabilize his heels, he reached out to catch Heizi who was about to fall, and rubbed the other person's head with the other hand, "Oh , I really can’t see it! Ah Zhe, you are quite courageous!”

Heizi stood up holding Qingfeng's arm, and held Qingfeng's wrist to support it upwards, "Because I believe in Qingfeng-jun, and also, don't rub it anymore, he won't grow tall."

His hair fell loose just after jumping off, and Aomine licked it again, and the short hair hidden inside turned up.Under the parted forehead hair is a fair forehead, and Aomine's wet eyes looking up from the bottom are a little unhappy.

"Mr. Qingfeng, hand."

The ticking sound of the mountain spring seemed to ring again.

"Mr. Qingfeng, you really won't grow taller." Sensing that the opponent's palm on top of his head was heavy again, Heizi pushed Qingfeng's arm.

"Ah, ah, why can't it grow taller." Qingfeng rubbed it harder, let go of his hand, "I'll go and pick up the paper kite."

He squatted down and pretended to pick up the paper kite that was placed aside, staring blankly at his hands.

——Just now, it was like catching water drops falling from the sky.

Go out from the backyard of Dezong's house, cross a few field ridges, and you will find a flat land.

Trees grew densely around the field, and I don't know whether it was man-made or natural. They actually surrounded the field, which is an excellent place for the children in the village to put paper kites.

In late spring, the wind at night is not weaker than during the day. Qingfeng held the thread, raised his wrist, trotted against the wind for a few steps, and the paper kite wobbled up to the sky. Slowly let out a section, and the paper kite went straight into the sky along the wind!

It was already dark, and the heroic falcon was a bit gray even in front of his eyes, not to mention flying high, and Heizi could only see a round of shadow clearly when he raised his head and squinted his eyes.

"Here, Ah Zhe! Come on, hold the thread." Qingfeng stuffed the small bamboo knot wrapped around the thread into Heizi's hands, and complained: "It's really unlucky today, the wind is so strong, I could have flown higher." He carefully Wrap the string around Heizi's little finger, "I've stabilized it. If you think the paper kite is unstable, press the string and wait until it stabilizes before releasing it."

Heizi felt that the thread on his little finger was trembling violently, and when Qingfeng let go, the kite looked like it was about to fall, so he quickly whispered: "Mr. Qingfeng! Mr. Qingfeng! It's about to fall!"

"Hey!" Qingfeng took Heizi's hand backhand, "follow my hand!"

He was half a head taller than Heizi, and his hands were a circle bigger than Heizi's, which just covered them all, like a pearl found in a rock in a cave, which should have been embedded in it.

"Let go! Let the rope out...Okay, it's windy now, hold it down..." Qingfeng hugged Heizi and taught him how to release it. At first, Heizi only pressed the thread tightly. Qingfeng helped him untie the rope a few times. He gradually mastered the trick, and after a while, there was a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

The sky was dark, and Heizi was worried that the paper kite would be blown to the tree by the wind, so he moved his arms, "Mr. Qingfeng, let the paper kite come down."

"Ah? What?" Qingfeng leaned forward slightly.

"Let's put the paper kite down." Heizi tilted his head, and the two of them almost touched their noses, "The wind is getting stronger, I'm afraid the paper kite will blow onto the trees."

"Hmph, I'm here, what are you afraid of?" Qingfeng didn't take it seriously, flying the kite in the strong wind is a lot of fun, he is enjoying himself now, wishing the wind could be stronger.

"The paper harrier will be scratched, and the tree here is so tall, I don't want Mr. Qingfeng to fetch it." Heizi said, "It's getting dark, and I can't see clearly."

There are no stars tonight, and even the moon is hidden, only emitting a faint silver glow.The greatest joy of flying a kite is watching the kite soaring high in the sky. Thinking of this, Qingfeng also lost interest.

"Then let's play it during the day next time."

"Ah."

Qingfeng took the bamboo knot and asked while reeling in the line: "Shall we go back now? Or play for a while?"

In fact, it's still a bit remote here, and it's dark at night, so there's really no fun here, Qingfeng just asked casually, but Heizi tilted his head and thought about it, and said seriously: "I want to play outside for a while."

The two walked slowly back along the field ridge, and occasionally a small frog was disturbed by the sound of footsteps, and jumped from one bush to another with a "cuckoo" sound; or jumped directly into the field, making a small splash of water.

Qingfeng told Heizi anecdotes while walking, and Heizi listened carefully, stopping to laugh a few times from time to time.

"...The duck saliva tastes disgusting like rotten water. Ade couldn't eat for a few days. He said it was a rotten taste in his mouth. In his dreams, he dreamed of a duck attacking him."

Heizi laughed again, he didn't laugh very much, because he didn't have a folding fan, so he lowered his head slightly, the voice was muffled in his chest, softly touching Qingfeng's ear, tickling his heart.

They stopped and stopped all the way, but they walked for most of the day.

Qingfeng carried Heizi on his back, climbed up the wall, and after seeing that there was no one in the courtyard, he carefully protected him and went down to the roof.

In the courtyard there was only the sound of the grass and trees being blown, and Qingfeng put down the sunspot behind the rockery, and suddenly he didn't know what to say goodbye.

"Mr. Qingfeng, go back early, otherwise the family members should be worried."

In the end, it was Heizi who spoke first, and Qingfeng agreed, but his feet didn't move, and he stretched out his hand to rub his head.

"Dandelion rice balls are delicious." He paused, "No matter what your master thinks, I think it's good anyway."

"So just do what you want."