After dinner, Xiaoxiao went back to her room, thinking that her husband, whom she got for a bargain, would follow her back, but he didn’t. Instead, he ran out. What was he up to?
Xiaoxiao was very puzzled. After waiting for a long ti, her bargain husband ca back, holding a bunch of firewood sticks. What was he planning to do?
"What are you holding there?"
"I got so sorghum stalks from uncle’s place."
"..." Oh, so it was sorghum stalks. She was seeing them for the first ti. Didn’t everyone here just grow corn? It seed that a few households also planted so other crops. But what did he need these for?
Before Xiaoxiao could ask, her husband was out the door again. She felt that her husband was acting weird and unusual today.
Yang Ming started to make a fire in the outer room, and Xiaoxiao couldn’t hold back any longer. "Husband, what are you up to?"
"I’m making so paste."
"Are you going to glue sothing?" Couldn’t he just tell her everything in one go instead of having her ask bit by bit?
"Yeah, I want to make a kite."
"..." Make a kite? Were they on holiday, making it for the three little ones at ho to play with? It seed Yang Ming was quite suited for his role as the third uncle. In that case, she, as the third aunt, should also lend a hand.
Intrigued and excited, Xiaoxiao said, "Then I’ll help you make it."
Seeing his wife’s happy deanor, Yang Ming felt that this Li Fugui was sowhat useful, the idea he provided seed pretty good.
The two began to make the kite in the room. After the paste was ready, Yang Ming turned the sorghum stalks he had gathered into a fra and then wrapped and glued the paper onto it.
The making of the kite’s body began, using paper that was bought for writing. Fortunately, it was the large, cut type; otherwise, it would have been difficult to make a kite. After pasting the body onto the fra, a plain kite was ready.
Xiaoxiao thought that since they didn’t have colored ink at ho, they should at least not make the kite too solemn. They could draw so patterns on it. Just as she was ready to show off her skills, she saw her husband pick up a writing brush. She was curious to see what he would draw.
But after looking over, she was taken aback. Yang Ming was actually writing poetry.
"Without the wings of a colorful phoenix, the heart communicates with the spirit of a unicorn."
"..." Xiaoxiao couldn’t help but feel amused. How affected could literati be, writing poetry at a ti like this? Shouldn’t he be drawing a butterfly or a frog or sothing? Furthermore, for a child’s kite, could they even understand a whole poem?
Having finished the kite, Yang Ming handed it over to his wife, making his feelings quite obvious. After seeing the poem, she should understand his intentions.
However, to his disappointnt, her expression didn’t look too good after reading his poem; she didn’t seem very happy. Had his attempt to convey his love failed again?
Li Fugui clearly succeeded with this tactic. It seed the problem wasn’t with the thod but that his wife truly didn’t like him.
Yang Ming felt a bit dejected, and Xiaoxiao was completely baffled. How was she to know that this was how people here expressed their love? Giving a kite with a love poem to a woman ant ’I love you’.
Looking at the kite Yang Ming handed over, her expression was indeed not great. Was this what kites were like here? It was simply hideous. "Wait here, I’ll make a few wind spirals."
Xiaoxiao didn’t notice her husband’s discomfiture and quickly made several wind spirals.
"Alright, let’s take the kite and the wind spirals to the three little ones," she said.
"..."
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