"Manman, what are you looking at? Do you want to hold it?"
Yan Cheng's voice appeared by her ear, and she suddenly looked up at the source of the sound.
He tilted his head back, manipulating the string. Fortunately, the kite was already flying high. Everyone said she was thin, but Yan Cheng also seemed quite thin, with a very defined jawline that became even clearer when he looked up.
Yan Cheng placed the string in Wang Muman's hand, not asking her to do anything else, just to hold it.
The kite flying in the sky reappeared in Wang Muman's vision. The string in her hand was the tool to bring the kite back. Without any special circumstances, the kite would be under her control. As long as she didn't let go, it would always be within her sight, bringing her joy.
Wang Muman watched the kite for a while, then looked at Yan Cheng. The sense of loss in her heart disappeared. As long as she didn't let go, everyone would be there.
A child ran past her. He saw the kite Yan Cheng was flying.
"Brother, can you help me fly my kite? My dad is too clumsy!" the child said softly.
A kite with an Ultraman pattern appeared in Yan Cheng's hand. It seemed he really believed in light. He nodded. Seeing Wang Muman's kite flying steadily, he told Wang Muman and began to help the little boy fly his kite.
The technique was the same. Fortunately, the area was large, and the kite was successfully flown. The little boy also ran along with him.
"Little friend, where is your dad?" Yan Cheng thought about taking the little boy to his family.
"Brother, he's over there by the pretty sister," the little boy pointed towards Wang Muman in the distance.
Yan Cheng slowly reeled the kite back, and the little boy followed him. "Brother, is that pretty sister your friend?"
Yan Cheng nodded. "Yes, my friend."
"So, good-looking people play with good-looking people. I want to play with good-looking people when I grow up too," the little boy tugged at the edge of Yan Cheng's clothes.
Yan Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Was this how children thought nowadays? Last time it was the little dumpling that broke his defenses, were they all members of the 'appearance association'?
The little boy ran towards a lady, pointing at the kite in the sky.
"Thank you, young man."
It seemed to be the little boy's mother. Yan Cheng handed the winding tool to the boy and said to him, "If it falls, play with something else, or find another brother. I have something to do." He patted his shoulder.
Yan Cheng quickly returned to Wang Muman's side. "Want me to take it?"
A moment of daze, and his voice came again. He would always come back.
Wang Muman shook her head, staring at the kite without speaking.
"Xiao Chengzi, come here, let brother have a good chat with you!" Wang Mujin's voice carried over, making Yan Cheng's mood instantly tense.
He walked over to Wang Mujin. Grandma had also left, going to the viewing lake ahead to enjoy the scenery. Yan Cheng sat down, looking at Wang Mujin with a serious expression, his hands placed on his knees, looking constrained.
A weight landed on his shoulder. Wang Mujin put his hand on Yan Cheng's shoulder, and Yan Cheng instinctively dodged.
"Brother, what do you want to talk about? Don't do these little tricks."
"Xiao Chengzi, don't be so serious, we're netizens after all."
"You're very different from Manman," Yan Cheng blurted out. Were these two really siblings?
Wang Mujin glanced at Wang Muman, who was flying the kite, and his expression also turned serious. "Thank you, thank you all."
This made Yan Cheng confused. Thank him for what? He couldn't figure it out.
"For so many years, I've rarely seen her so relaxed. She even jokes with me today. I think this change is inseparable from you."