Chapter 334： Brother, do we have hatred?

"This..." Dennis's expression suddenly became stiff. This is really what I am afraid of. I was still thinking about whether I could take this incident. The awkward focus is on the beautiful big kite.

"I want the kite too, I want a big kite!"

"The big kite is fun, the little kite is not fun at all, I want it too!"

"Father, when you came, didn't you say that our kite can fly the highest? But now it's not flying high, hey, liar."

Not only is it awkward, the end of the fight between the two kites, other children have followed suit, the purple kites in the sky and other kites flying three or five meters high are completely different. The intuitive gap allows them to choose to use the most direct crying to put pressure on parents.

"Don't cry, don't cry, pay back and give you a bigger and better look."

"Oh, hey, I will ask where the uncle kite was bought from, and we will buy one."

Parents comforted their children and looked at McGonagall with a resentful look. This guy is completely spoiled! It’s good now, seeing that the kites of others are flying so high, none of the children can sit still.

"Father, why are they crying?" Amy asked in a puzzled look at the crying children, whispered.

"Probably because their kites are not flying high enough, so I want to play our kites." McGonagall shrugged, holding Amy in one hand, and pulling the kite line in his hand. The purple phoenix made a turn in the sky. The action, the colored tail rotates and the action is gorgeous.

"Wow!!! Great!"

The children suddenly gave a burst of exclamation, and then made it even more fierce.

"Don't cry, I also know that the kites my father made are super nice, flying super high, so if you want to play..." Amy looked at the children's expressions and comforted: "Then you can watch I play."

I had stopped crying and stopped, and the children who listened carefully to Amy suddenly burst into a more violent cry.

"I want to play too! I want to play my own kite!"

"The children of other people have such a nice kite. Why don't I have it? Hehe..."

"..." McGonn raised his eyebrows, and Amy was really a child killer, more lethal than him, but it sounded like nothing wrong with this.

"Father, why are they crying even more fierce? I haven't allowed them to watch me play?" Amy asked Meg even more puzzled. When she didn't have a kite, she could look at others. I feel super happy when I play.

"Because people are possessive and want to get better things, they want to take possession of themselves after seeing a better kite, but the kite does not belong to them, so they can only cry. Meg said with a smile, possessiveness is a kind of nature, and Meg has no derogatory meaning, but the fact is that these children may cry because of their father and daughter, but in the end it is because they themselves, or Their parents.

Like the little elf girl next to her, although she is envious, she is standing next to her father, not crying, noisy, and arrogant.

"It turned out to be the case. Then, when Xiaomi is playing, let them play for a while, so they won't cry?" Amy nodded thoughtfully and looked at McGonagall.

"If Amy is willing, that's okay." McGonagall nodded with a smile, and he was very happy to protect Amy's goodwill.

"Then I can put a kite?" Amy looked up at the kite flying over the height of tens of meters, full of expectation.

"Of course, you can use this hand to hold the kite line, then gently pull it, and the father will run with you, so that the kite can continue to fly higher." McGonagall handed the line to Amy, too. I don't care about other children. They are specializing in flying kites today. The right hand holds the lower end of the kite line. The big kites and the strength of the kite line are still not to be underestimated. Amy alone is easy to get hurt.

"When I say loose, you let your hands loose." McGonagall grinned, holding Amy in the direction of the wind and running a few steps, directing Amy to release the line, the wire wheel spinning fast. Purple phoenix changes various postures in the sky, and the higher the flying.

"It's so fun! Flying a kite is so good." Amy's silver bell-like laugh echoed in the square, and the ugly duckling jumped behind the two, not looking up at the kite flying in the sky. I stretched out my small claw and waved it twice. I don't know if I want to fly, or I want to grab it.

"The children are full of envy and look up, but they slowly stop crying and look at them seriously. What they think about is how high the kite can fly.

The parents were relieved. The child was crying but it was endless, especially when he wanted something, unless he could find something more interesting to divert his attention, otherwise he couldn’t calm down. Now they have stopped themselves.

Dennis looked at Amy's McGonagall with some resentment. This time, she was prepared. I didn't expect it to be forced by McGonagall. Although I don't cry now, I look at the little guy who is envious. Look, my heart is still a little uncomfortable, watching Meg slightly narrowed his eyes.

McGonagall has been playing Amy for a while. He used to fly kites in his previous life. However, he has played professional-level kites with his friends. The kite provided by the system has surpassed the professional kite. If he wants to let it go, One hundred meters, two hundred meters are not a problem at all.

But it's so high, it's too much trouble to collect it, so McGonagall only stops at a height of about 30 meters, so the operability is stronger, and the show is more interesting.

"Well, take a break, drink some water." McGonagall put Amy on the ground, took a small mug from the waist bag and poured a glass of water to Amy. He took out the handkerchief and wiped it. The sweat on her forehead.

"Yeah." Amy took the cup in her hands and her face was full of happy smiles. It was so happy to play the kite today.

"Man, can you talk in one step?" Dennis stepped forward and looked at McGonagall.

"Well?" McGonagall looked at Dennis, a little puzzled: "Is there anything?"

Dennis should be a swordsman, but McGonagall did not feel any hostility on him, so he was not too nervous.

"Brother, do we have hatred? How do you sanction me with a little girl every time? You see what my girl is crying like, I spent more than ten days making a big kite easy?" Dennis looked With McGonagall, the serious expression suddenly looked awkward and looked sad: "There are so many, in fact, I just want to ask, do you sell this kite?"