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Shen Jinmo carried the angry Xie Nanxing into the main room, with the kite hanging under the eaves and the middle door wide open. The two of them huddled together waiting for the snowstorm to stop.

"Shen Jinmo, when the wind and snow are less severe, let's go fly the kite."

Shen Jinmo held Xie Nanxing's red, frozen hand and brought it closer to the fire, warming it up little by little: "Okay."

It would be difficult to travel in the mountains due to the heavy snow, but the time agreed upon in submitting the memorial would be up to Shen Jinmo, and even if it was raining knives from the sky, he would still take Xie Nanxing back to the capital.

And this kite with a prayer flag tied to it should be flown in Zhongqing Mountain, and can only be flown in Zhongqing Mountain.

Xie Nanxing put his hands to his mouth and shouted to the sky: "God, please be good. If you miss this kite, you will never see such a beautiful kite again."

As soon as these words were spoken, the wind and snow in front of the courtyard began to swirl in place, and seemed to be even stronger than before.

Xie Nanxing stared at the wind and snow outside the house, and the next moment he snuggled into Shen Jinmo's arms, pointing at the wind and snow outside, complaining about his grievances.

"Husband, he bullied me."

He looked just like a child seeking support from an adult. Shen Jinmo, who was always protective of his children, would naturally not let Xie Nanxing feel disappointed.

He nodded slightly, and with the palm wind of his inner strength, he went against the whirlwind, directly dispersing the circling and rising cold air.

"All right."

Xie Nanxing raised his eyes and looked outside the house, joy and provocation overlapping in his eyes.

"Shen Jinmo, you are amazing."

As soon as he finished speaking, the wind outside the house started to whirl again.

Xie Nanxing was full of disbelief. She looked at Shen Jinmo's hand that was extended again and subconsciously hugged it in her arms.

Internal energy is precious, and Xie Nanxing will not let Shen Jinmo waste it.

"It's okay, I'm strong."

"do not fight."

As he spoke, Xie Nanxing stood up from the stool and closed the door of the main room.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, his eyebrows and eyes were cunning: "We are not stupid, why should we make trouble with him."

By the last day of staying in Zhongqing Mountain, although the wind and snow had not become stronger, it was still not strong enough for the kite made of bamboo strips to withstand.

Mo Ping and his servants began to pack the luggage for returning to the capital. Xie Nanxing supported his chin with both hands and watched the snowstorm, his eyes full of resentment.

"This God is really stingy. I just smiled, didn't he? Would he bear a grudge for so long?"

"Shen Jinmo, I have decided that I will never pray to the gods again next time."

"Forget it, forget it. I still have to worship."

After completing his self-compromise, Shen Jinmo just fed the roasted oranges to Xie Nanxing's mouth.

After feeding Xie Nanxing the orange, Shen Jinmo took Xie Nanxing's hand and walked into the house.

He added a leather vest for Xie Nanxing, put on a furry fox fur scarf, and took out the cloak with the widest brim and put it on Xie Nanxing.

Once he put on the hat, Xie Nanxing could only reveal his pair of clear eyes when he looked up.

After putting a layer of oil paper inside Xie Nanxing's boots and putting the water shoes that Xie Nanxing wore every day on top of the leather boots, Shen Jinmo began to tidy himself up.

The snowstorm got worse, and Shen Jinmo squatted in front of Xie Nanxing with a kite in his hand: "Shen wants to invite Mr. Xie to fly a kite to suppress the snowstorm. What do you think?"

If the wind and snow are not favorable, then Shen Jinmo will take Xie Nanxing with him to brave the wind and snow.

At this moment, Xie Nanxing didn't care whether the kite could remain intact or not. He just wanted to fly the kite into the sky.

"Well, if it was blown away by the wind, it would have blown to the Master."

The two of them walked out of the house holding hands, without even holding an oil-paper umbrella, which didn't seem very smart.

Mo Ping stopped what he was doing and looked at the kite's tail fluttering in the wind and snow. In the end, he chose not to follow it.

After watching the two masters leave the courtyard, Mo Ping approached Lu Bai who was working hard and said, "This is the first time I've seen kites flying in the heavy snow."

Lu Bai lowered his head and continued to carry the luggage into the carriage: "Yes."

"Lu Bai, have you always been so quiet since you were a child?"

Lu Bai turned around: "Doesn't Mo An think you talk too much?"

Mo Ping's alarm bells rang: "How did you know?"

The person has been brought back to Xie's house. If Lu Bai didn't know about it, he would have lost his life.

Not only did he know it, but both masters knew it clearly.

"Why do you care so much about the master's affairs? Isn't it enough to just do your job well?"

"Eh……"

Mo Ping was speechless. It had been a long time since he had been lectured like this.

Although what Lu Bai said makes sense, is it really normal for a person to not be curious about anything?

To be honest, at this moment Mo Ping missed Yang Huai a little.

Holding Xie Nanxing's hand, they walked from the foot of the mountain to the open and flat area on the mountainside.

This was a spot that Shen Jinmo had visited earlier. All the trees around that would affect the kite's ability to fly in the wind were cut down by Shen Jinmo and Ah Shun.

It was inconvenient to run in water shoes, so Xie Nanxing held Shen Jinmo's hand, took off the water shoes and put them aside.

He stomped his feet on the spot, jumped a few times, and waited until he felt the solid ground before taking the kite string from Shen Jinmo.

"Shen Jinmo, are we going to fly a kite?"

"it is good."

Shen Jinmo moved the brim of Xie Nanxing's hat upwards, and his voice was a little louder than usual: "Run slower. If we can't get it up in one go, we can just do it a few more times."

"Shen Jinmo, will it get damaged if you put it on for a few more times?"

Whatever Xie Nanxing wanted to do, Shen Jinmo would always help him achieve his wish.

"No, you can fly even if you run slowly."

Xie Nanxing started running forward with the kite string in his hand, letting out a little more of the string.

Looking up, Xie Nanxing shouted: "I'm running seriously."

Also looking up, Shen Jinmo replied loudly: "Okay."

Xie Nanxing held the kite's string in his hand, broke through the attack of the wind and snow, and ran forward with great effort.

He didn't dare run slowly, he had to run fast to beat the snowstorm.

Shen Jinmo followed Xie Nanxing steadily, tapped the mud with his toes, and flew up with the kite.

After sending the kite a little higher, Shen Jinmo landed on the ground and used his inner strength to lift the kite to break through the suppression of the wind and snow, until the kite flew to a place where his inner strength could not reach.

The kite string in Xie Nanxing's hand began to become heavier. The moment he turned around and looked up at the sky, his face was filled with joy.

The kite swayed in the north wind and climbed upwards as it swayed.

The first prayer flag broke free from the kite and began circling and swaying in the mountains and forests.

Then, each prayer flag was carried by the wind and snow and scattered among the green mountains.

Xie Nanxing retreated while resisting the force of the north wind and slowly letting out the kite string.

"Shen Jinmo, is flying?"

"Yes, it flew."

Shen Jinmo landed behind Xie Nanxing and held up Xie Nanxing's hopes firmly: "Xie Nanxing, you made the kite fly."

The kite string in his hand flew faster and faster, Xie Nanxing's eyes became brighter and brighter, and the smile on the corners of Xie Nanxing's mouth became brighter and brighter.

The last bit of hesitation in my heart was taken away by the kite flying against the wind and snow.

The cranes fly up with the wind, which should comfort the ancestors.

Mountains, rivers, years, past and future, Xie Nanxing personally sent them to the place closest to Wu Cixiu.

The kite string broke. Xie Nanxing watched the kite disappear completely from his sight, then turned around and looked up at Shen Jinmo.

"Shen Jinmo, this is my first time flying a kite. Remember to tell me if I don't do it right."

He picked up the shoes from the ground, held Xie Nanxing in his arms and walked down the mountain road: "Xie Nanxing, you are not allowed to let me go."

"Humph, you are not a kite, I will not let you go."

Shen Jinmo is the kite that Xie Nanxing relies on to stay in the world with the help of a string.