Chapter 334
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"Well …" Dennis's expression stiffened upon hearing this. He had initially thought that he would be able to gloss over this matter, but Yaya's attention was still focused on the beautiful big kite.
"I want that kite too! I want a big kite too!"
"The big kite is so fun, but the small kite isn't fun at all! I want one too!"
"Father, didn't you say that our kite could fly as high as it could fly? But it's not flying high at all now! Waah, you liar! "
Not only Yaya, but all of the other children also began to throw a tantrum as soon as the competition between the two kites concluded. The purple kite in the sky was completely different from the other kites that were flying around three to five meters high. This direct difference made them choose to use the most direct method to pressure their parents.
"Don't cry, Father will make you a bigger and prettier one when we get back."
"Good girl, good girl. I'm going to ask that uncle where he bought his kite, and we'll go buy one too."
All of the parents consoled their children as they turned to look at Meg with resentment in their eyes. This guy was here to mess things up! Now that they had seen someone else's kite fly so high, none of the children were able to sit still anymore.
"Father, why are they crying?" Amy looked at all of the crying children with a perplexed expression.
"It's probably because their kites aren't flying high enough, so they want to play with our kites." Meg shrugged as he held onto Amy with one arm and tugged on the kite string in his other hand. The purple phoenix did a somersault in the sky, and its colorful tail fluttered through the air in a spectacular display.
"Wow!!! That's awesome!!! "
All of the children immediately let loose cries of surprise before becoming even more rowdy.
"Don't cry, I know that my father's kite is super beautiful and can fly very high, so if you want to play with it …" Amy looked at the children with serious expressions as she consoled them, "You can watch me play with it."
All of the children who had already stopped crying and were listening intently to Amy's words immediately burst into even louder sobs.
"I want to play with it too! I want to play with my own kite! "
"Other children all have such beautiful kites, why don't I have one? Wu wu … "
"…" Meg raised an eyebrow. Amy was really a child killer. She was even more lethal than he was. But there didn't seem to be anything wrong with what she said.
"Father, why are they crying even harder? Didn't I allow them to watch me play? " Amy asked as she looked at Meg with even more confusion. Back when she didn't have a kite to play with, she felt extremely happy just watching others play with it.
"Because people are possessive and want better things. When they see a better kite, they want to take it for themselves. However, the kite doesn't belong to them, so they can only cry." Meg said with a smile. Possessiveness was a natural instinct. Meg didn't have any derogatory words, but that was the truth. These children might have cried because of the father and daughter, but in the end, it was because of themselves or their parents.
Take the little elf girl beside them for example. Although she was a little envious, she stood obediently by her father's side and didn't cry or make a fuss.
"I see. Then when Meg is done playing with the kite, let's let them play with it for a while. That way, they won't cry anymore, right?" Amy nodded thoughtfully as she turned to Meg.
"If Amy is willing, then that's fine too." Meg nodded with a smile. He was very willing to protect Amy's goodwill.
"Then can I fly the kite for a while?" Amy looked up at the kite flying several dozen meters in the air with anticipation in her eyes.
"Of course you can. Use this hand to grab the string and pull gently. Father will carry you as we run. That way, the kite will continue to fly even higher." Meg handed the string in his hand to Amy and ignored the other children. They had specially come to fly the kite today, so they had to grab the string with their right hand. Such a big kite would require a lot of force on the string, so it was very easy for Amy to get hurt if she were to grab it by herself.
"Let go of the string when I say let go." Meg instructed with a smile. He quickly ran against the wind with Amy in his arms while instructing Amy to release the string. The string spun quickly, and the purple phoenix flew higher and higher in the air.
"This is so fun! Flying a kite is so fun! " Amy's tinkling laughter reverberated throughout the plaza. Ugly Duckling was skipping along behind the two of them, occasionally looking up at the kite and waving its little paws in the air. No one knew if it was trying to fly or catch the kite.
The children looked on enviously as they raised their heads. They slowly stopped crying and looked at it seriously. Their minds were filled with thoughts of how high the kite could fly.
Only then did all of the parents heave a sigh of relief. This child would never stop crying, especially when he was making a fuss about something. Unless they could find something more interesting to distract him, there was no way to appease him. Who would have thought that they would stop crying on their own?
Dennis looked at Meg with a hint of resentment in his eyes. He had come prepared this time, but he didn't think that Meg would still beat him in the end. Even though Yaya had stopped crying, he still felt a little uncomfortable at the sight of the envious expression on her face, and he narrowed his eyes at Meg.
Meg played with Amy for a long while. He didn't fly kites often in his past life, but he had flown competition-level kites with his friends. The kite provided by the system had already surpassed that level. If he wanted to fly it, he could easily fly it 100 meters or even 200 meters.
However, it would be too troublesome to bring it back down if he flew it so high. As such, Meg only flew it to an altitude of around 30 meters. That way, it would be easier to fly, and it would be more interesting to show off.
"Alright, let's rest for a while and drink some water." Meg placed Amy on the ground and took out a small thermos flask from the small bag at his waist. He poured a cup of water and handed it to Amy. He then took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off her forehead.
"Mhmm." Amy took the cup with both hands with a blissful smile on her face. She really had a lot of fun flying kites today.
"Bro, can I have a word with you?" Dennis walked up and looked at Meg with a serious expression.
"Hmm?" Meg looked at Dennis and asked, a little puzzled, "What's the matter?"
Dennis should be a swordsman, but Meg didn't sense any hostility from him, so he didn't appear too nervous.
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