Green and black floating fragrance

two

Viewing the sea, Lake Biwa is the best.

When Qingfeng saw those blue eyes, what flashed through his mind was this insignificant sentence.

He has never been to the seaside, so naturally he can't appreciate the blue color of the water and the sky, which gradually changes in shades. He has seen the most majestic and atmospheric blue, which is after a thunderstorm, without even a cloud, pure as if there is no other sky.

And his blue is not as pure as the sky, but more like Wangshan Spring, clear and shallow, splashing drop by drop on Qingfeng's heart, making his heart itch.

"Toon branches are not that strong." The boy in white said.

"Hey—yes!" Qingfeng breathed out, walked a few steps quickly along the ridge of the house, hooked the eaves of the house, turned over, and landed lightly.

He straightened up, both of them were standing, Qingfeng finally saw each other clearly.

The plain white robe was dyed with green stripes inside, and the lapel was light yellow, specially matching his hair.The last time he was kneeling straight up, Qingfeng only thought that the height of the two should be similar, but this time he saw that the other was half a head shorter than himself.

Even standing, his back is straight, like a small pine tree that cannot be crushed; his brows are slightly frowned, as if he is thinking about something.Qingfeng was suddenly a little worried, he was so skillful in climbing over the wall and down the house, he wouldn't be misunderstood as some kind of petty thief.

"Hey, I'm not some kind of thief... I just came to pick up something in your hand..." Qingfeng mumbled, "Don't get me wrong."

"It really is you." The other party's voice was slightly excited, "The movement of going to the ground sounds the same."

"Uh, huh...?" Hearing the unexpected answer, Aomine let out a surprised voice.

"When I was practicing, sometimes I could hear the sound of someone coming, but I was still not sure. Only when I saw it today did I know it was really you." He glanced at the paper kite in his hand, "Is it yours?"

"It's me, no, someone else dropped it here, I came here to get it." Qingfeng frowned, Qingfeng didn't like to play with such colorful and light things.

"It's so beautiful..." the man said softly, stroking the butterfly's wings with his fingers, and handing over the paper kite, "Here you are."

The fingers under his sleeves are very slender, and they are actually whiter than the girls' hands that Qingfeng has seen before. Qingfeng has heard that nobles even take good care of their nails, so he was surprised.His hands are good-looking, but upon closer inspection, there is a thin layer of calluses on the index and middle fingers.

"Huh?" He moved his hand forward again, and the paper kite's wings trembled.

"Ah!" Qingfeng moved away his eyes staring at his hand, and cursed secretly, it's not like he's never seen someone else's hand, if he kept looking at it like this, if he wanted to change the girl, he would have already slapped him.

He took the paper butterfly and scratched his short hair uncomfortably, "Thank you."

The other party neither answered the call nor left, but just stood there.Qingfeng didn't know what to do next, should he crawl out with the butterfly?He remembered what the other party had whispered just now, and asked, "Do you like this?"

The boy hesitated for a moment, nodded and shook his head again, "It's not like this..." He paused before saying, "I've never played before..."

"Huh?!" Qingfeng was really taken aback this time, he thought nobles didn't care about these things.He looked at the butterfly in his hand, "Boys can't play with butterflies, next time I'll bring you a falcon."

He met the other party's incredible eyes—I don't know why Qingfeng was a little embarrassed to look at him, "Butterflies are played by girls... If you don't mind me coming over, I will also make this thing."

"Thank you." The other party saluted Qingfeng suddenly and solemnly. Qingfeng quickly went to hold him back, but was taken aback when he saw the smile on his face.

—— An indistinct smile, but it makes people feel that he is very satisfied.Qingfeng has never seen such a reserved emotion before coming, is this the upbringing of a nobleman?It's not something valuable.

"...It's not a big deal." Qingfeng turned his face away, "By the way, my name is Qingfeng Dahui, how about you?"

"Heizi, my name is Heizi Tetsuya." His clear eyes were full of joy, "Mr. Qingfeng, I'll wait for you."

Tick ​​- Aomine heard the sound of water droplets.

"Didn't you always dislike this as a thing for girls to play with? Why are you so concerned about it now?" Wuyue squatted down with her knees hugged, and poked the thin paper spread on the ground. child?"

"Don't move around." Qingfeng glared at Wuyue, then split two bamboo strips.

"I don't want a butterfly or dragonfly or anything like that... eh, I won't touch it." Qingfeng glared again, and Wuyue hurriedly raised her hands to show her determination, and she approached mysteriously: "Who did you make it for? Chang Xia or Fujieda?"

Qingfeng rubbed the bamboo strips little by little, and there were still some burrs on the edges of the freshly split bamboo, which would cut his fingers if he was not careful.

"It's not a new dish, is it?"

"It's for a friend." Qingfeng couldn't stand Wuyue, and hurriedly blocked her mouth, "You don't know him."

"Oh~" Wu Yue let out a meaningful sound, "That light blue square scarf? Ada, you are so stingy, you don't take me to play with you when you meet new friends."

That "new friend" had other meanings no matter how it sounds, before Qingfeng had time to refute, Wuyue had already walked to the paper door in a few steps.

"I think flowers and butterflies are still pretty, but since you said so, Ada, this eagle is barely painted." She pushed Qingfeng behind the paper door and gave Qingfeng a "I understand" smile, "I'll help you Get the glue."

Qingfeng looked at the drawing on the ground, the big bird had its five claws closed and its black-brown wings spread out. Although it wasn't exactly lifelike, he only painted it after several times on the ground.Barely strong?He put down the bamboo in his hand, is he going to find the master on the street to change it?

Making paper kites requires not only patience, but also ingenuity.

Aomine's father was originally an Ashgaru under the Tamaki Clan's team. He already had a meager income, and he managed a few pieces of Susukida to eke out a living.Later, the Qingfeng family gave birth to Qingfeng. In order to support the family, they often asked people to go to the street to beg for work, not to mention sewing, mending, washing, and even doing a lot of work such as grinding bamboo strips to paste kite paper umbrellas.

Qingfeng has seen his mother make it many times, and sometimes he helped him, and it looks good when it is done, but it is the first time that he has made such a big one by himself.

Except for class practice, he stayed at home and polished the bamboo strips to make sure that the smooth side would not scratch his fingers; bamboo should be strong and light, too heavy to reach the sky, and too light to withstand the wind.He saw the gap with a small saw, stuck the bamboo frame and wrapped it with twine.

He heard that some good paper kites are made of silk cloth. Of course Qingfeng can't afford to use them, but even if he had Qingfeng, he wouldn't use them. Silk is heavier than paper. Isn't it a joke that they can't fly when they are finished?

I don't know why he hasn't played this thing before, Qingfeng raised his chin, Zheye Zheye, what a nice name.

When the pasted paper is dried, the paper kite will be considered complete.Qingfeng weighed it, and tried a couple of times by holding it against the wind. He felt that it was no worse than the one sold in the shop; he didn't ask the master on the street to help him change it. He fluttered his wings and flew high, with his golden eyes wide open, looking extremely heroic.

The more Qingfeng looked at it, the more satisfied he was, and he wished he could show it to Heizi now.

He thought so, so he did it, the falcon was so big, Qingfeng carried it on his back, and ran all the way to the backyard of Dezong's house, only to climb over the wall and realized that he had never made an appointment with Heizi to meet.

Didn’t Heizi say that he could hear the sound during practice? Since he came here, he would try his luck. Qingfeng stood in the yard and waited for a while, worried that someone would come and bump into him, so he hid behind the rockery with a kite.

The light green square scarf was still in his arms, Qingfeng recalled the bitter taste in the cold, smacked his lips, he didn't know what dish it was, it tasted so fresh.He poked his fingers into the pectoral stone cave, and it was cold—this time there was nothing in it.

He hid behind the rockery in a daze, not noticing that the latticed door of the hut in the courtyard was quietly removed.

Heizi knelt behind the lattice door, propped his upper body up, showing half of his head, "Mr. Qingfeng, are you here?"

"Huh..." Qingfeng was startled, and leaned out, "Azhe?"

He was used to calling Wu Yue by his name, and most of the children in the village called him by his first name. "A Zhe" just blurted out like this, and he felt it was very natural. He didn't realize it was wrong until he saw Heizi's dazed face.

"Hey, I'm used to calling it. If you don't like it, can I change it?"

Heizi shook his head, "No, no, it's just that I've never been called out like that before."

Aomine nodded knowingly, those names with identities are the most troublesome, such as "Lieutenant General", "Bing Wei Zuo", "Left and Right Gate House", it sounds like a long string, very strenuous.

"Then I'll call you that from now on." Qingfeng sat on the corridor, "Do you want to call me something else?"

"No, Qingfeng-kun is fine."

Even in the corridor, Heizi was still sitting upright, with his upper body straight and his hips above his ankles. Even though he was wearing foot bags, he could still see that his insteps were tight and slightly arched.

"Aren't you tired like this?" Qingfeng had already taken off his shoes, shaking his calves carelessly.

"It's good to get used to it." Heizi touched the bamboo frame with his fingers, and Qingfeng thanked himself for grinding it carefully, otherwise he would cut his hand by touching one by one like this.

"Mr. Qingfeng is so powerful..." Heizi murmured.

"Of course." Qingfeng raised his eyebrows, "Isn't this prettier than a butterfly?"

"Well, this one looks better." He held up the paper kite. Qingfeng didn't skimp on the paint, he picked good colors. Under the setting sun, the kite's body was coated with a layer of light, especially a pair of eyes, golden eyes flowing, majestic .

"Hey, this is the first one I made by myself." Qingfeng said proudly, "Do you want to try it? This one will definitely fly high."

"..." Heizi fell silent suddenly, bowed his head and silently pushed the kite over.

"Thank you, Aomine-kun."