"This..." Dennis' expression suddenly froze. He was really afraid of what might happen. He originally thought about whether he could get over this matter, but Yaya's focus still fell on the beautiful big kite.
"I want that kite too, and I want the big kite too!"
"Big kites are fun, small kites are not fun at all, I want them too!"
"Father, when you came here, didn't you say that our kite could fly the highest? But now it's not flying high at all, you're a liar."
Not only Yaya, but as soon as the competition between the two kites ended, other children also started to make a fuss. The big purple kite that stood out in the sky and the other scattered kites flying three to five meters high were two completely different things. The intuitive gap makes them choose to use the most direct crying to put pressure on parents.
"Don't cry, don't cry. I'll make you a bigger and better-looking one after you pay it off."
"Be good, be good. I'll go ask that uncle where he bought the kite later, and we'll buy one too."
While the parents were comforting their children, they looked at Mag with resentful eyes. This guy was just here to disrupt the situation! It's better now. Seeing other people's kites flying so high, none of the children can sit still.
"Father, why are they crying?" Amy looked at the crying children with some confusion and asked softly.
"Maybe it's because their kites don't fly high enough, so they want to play with our kites." Mag shrugged, holding Amy in one hand, and pulled the kite string in his hand, and the purple phoenix made a spin in the sky. The colorful tail rotates and floats, and the movements are extremely gorgeous.
"Wow!!! So awesome!!!"
The children immediately let out a burst of exclamations, and then the noise became even more fierce.
"Don't cry. I also know that the kites made by my father are very beautiful and fly very high, so if you want to play..." Amy looked at the children and comforted them seriously: "Then you can watch I’ll play.”
The children who had stopped crying and listened carefully to Amy's words suddenly burst into more violent cries.
"I want to play too! I want to play with my own kite!"
"Other people's children have such beautiful kites, why don't I? Woo hoo..."
"..." Mag raised his eyebrows. Amy was really a killer of children, more lethal than him, but there didn't seem to be anything wrong with her words.
"Father, why are they crying more fiercely? Didn't I already allow them to watch me play?" Amy looked at Mag with even more puzzlement and asked. When she didn't have a kite to play with, she could watch others. I feel super happy just playing.
"Because people are possessive and want better things, so after they see a better kite, they want to take it for themselves, but this kite does not belong to them, so they can only cry. Now." Mag said with a smile. Possessiveness is a kind of nature. Mag doesn't mean it in a derogatory way, but that's the fact. These children may cry because of their father and daughter, but in the final analysis, it's because of themselves, or rather their parents.
Just like the little elf girl next to her, although she was a little envious, she stood beside her father obediently, neither crying nor fussing, and she was sweet and well-behaved.
"So that's it. Then when Xiaomi is done playing, let's let them play for a while. This way they won't cry, right?" Amy nodded thoughtfully, looked at Mag and asked.
"If Amy is willing, that's okay." Mag smiled and nodded. He was still very willing to protect Amy's kindness.
"Then can I fly the kite?" Amy looked up at the kite flying dozens of meters in the sky and asked expectantly.
"Of course, you can use this hand to grab the kite string, and then pull it gently, and your father will hold you and run, so that the kite can continue to fly higher." Mag handed the string to Amy, and also Ignore the other children. They came here specifically to fly kites today. They held the lower end of the kite string with their right hands. For such a big kite, the strength on the kite string should not be underestimated. Amy could easily be injured if she held it alone.
"When I say loosen it, just let go of your hand." Mag warned with a smile, holding Amy in his arms and running a few steps against the wind, directing Amy to release the line, and the reel rotated rapidly. The purple phoenix changes various postures in the sky, flying higher and higher.
"It's so fun! Flying a kite is so fun." Amy's silvery laughter echoed in the square. The ugly duckling jumped behind the two of them, instead of looking up at the kite flying in the sky. , stretched out his little claws and waved twice, not knowing whether he wanted to fly or catch it.
"The children looked at it with envy and raised their heads. However, they slowly stopped crying and looked at it seriously. All they could think about was how high this kite could fly.
The parents were relieved. The child would cry endlessly, especially when he was clamoring for something. Unless he could find something more interesting to divert his attention, he would not be able to be comforted. Unexpectedly, Now they themselves have stopped.
Dennis looked at Mag holding Amy with some resentment. He came prepared this time, but he was forced to hold her down by Mag. Although Yaya stopped crying now, he looked at the little guy with a face filled with envy. He looked a little uncomfortable, and looked at Mag and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Mag held Amy and played for a long time. He didn't fly kites often in his previous life, but he and his friends had played professional competition-level kites. The kite provided by the system was already better than professional-level kites. If he wanted to fly it, , one hundred meters, two hundred meters are no problem at all.
However, it was too troublesome to put it down so high, so Mag only placed it at a height of about thirty meters and stopped. This way, it is more maneuverable and more interesting to show off.
"Okay, let's take a rest and drink some water." Mag put Amy on the ground, took out a small thermos cup from the small bag around her waist, poured a glass of water and handed it to Amy, and took out a handkerchief to wipe it. Sweat on her forehead.
"Yeah." Amy took the water glass with both hands, a happy smile on her face. She had so much fun flying a kite today.
"Brother, can you lend me a moment to speak?" Dennis walked up and looked at Mag with a solemn expression.
"Huh?" Mag looked at Dennis and asked a little doubtfully, "What's the matter?"
Dennis should be a swordsman, but Mag didn't feel any hostility from him, so he didn't show too much nervousness.
"Brother, do we have any grudge? Why do you bring the little girl to punish me every time? Look at how my girls are crying. Is it easy for me to make a big kite in more than ten days?" Dennis looked at it. Looking at Mag, his serious expression suddenly collapsed, and he said with a look of resentment: "After all that, I just want to ask, do you sell this kite?"
