The heavens really blessed us with a beautiful day—the sun was shining brightly and the weather was refreshingly clear, perfect for flying kites.
The three little ones grabbed their windmills and started running, the wind sweeping them into motion, spinning with a rustling sound that made the children laugh joyously.
"Auntie, this is so much fun," the kids shouted with delight as they looked back while running.
Xiaoxiao followed them, not forgetting to remind them to be careful, "Slow down a bit, watch your step, and don’t fall."
Yang Ming caught up from behind and saw everyone so happy that his own downcast mood completely disappeared. He would have to leave again tomorrow; he should cherish every moment with his wife.
"You should also walk slower, your foot hurts," he strode quickly to his wife’s side, genuinely worried—the injury on her foot from yesterday couldn’t have healed so quickly.
"It’s fine, it’s fine, a little pain doesn’t matter, I can walk now." Compared to the pain that prevented her from walking yesterday, today’s discomfort was nothing.
Yang Ming watched with heartache, knowing that his wife was still in pain. He felt an impulse to carry her back home and tell her not to push herself, but seeing how happy she was with the three little tykes, he couldn’t bring himself to do it and just kept reminding her to slow down.
The group ran to a small square in the village, where many other children and a few villagers chatting idly were gathered.
Seeing the windmills in the hands of the three little ones, the children crowded around and joined in the fun. Xiaoxiao told them, "Let’s fly kites now."
Surrounded by the crowd, the little ones didn’t even look back as they replied, "Auntie, let’s not fly the kites just yet, we’re still not done playing with the windmills."
Xiaoxiao and her budget husband exchanged a look and groused, "See, my windmills are more popular. It seems we are the only ones who will fly your kite."
"..." Yang Ming felt secretly delighted; after all, the kite was made for his wife, and not for the three troublemakers.
"Wife, you hold the string, I’ll run that way and let the kite take off," Yang Ming passed the string to his wife, holding the kite as he started to run slowly.
"It’s flying, it’s flying!" Xiaoxiao was excited to see the kite take off. It had been so many years since she had flown a kite and, despite its huge ugliness, it didn’t dampen her spirits in the slightest.
Yang Ming came running back, and seeing his wife’s joyful expression, he felt that making the kite was definitely worthwhile.
"Oh no, it’s going to fall, what do we do?" The kite that had just taken flight was about to crash, and Xiaoxiao, pulling on the string and feeling anxious, cried out.
Seeing her trouble, Yang Ming immediately came over and without thinking, held his wife’s hand to help her pull the string, adjusting the height of the kite, "Pull , see, there it goes, it’s flying again."
The two of them, having a blast, didn’t notice their hands clasped together, both tugging on the string.
Both were so immersed in the joy of kite flying, with eyes only for each other, they completely forgot the presence of others in the square.
But the villagers felt quite differently, utterly astonished at the scene before them—The Scholar and his wife, hand in hand, enjoying themselves in such a public setting.
The young wives were Green with envy, while the older ones deemed it shameless, but regardless of their views, The Scholar and his wife publicly flaunted their love for all to see.