Lin/mlw/mlm

Today was a bright, warm day. You picked up the phone and decided to call your old friend Lin, telling him you were coming to visit your grandmother in the village, and you wanted to see him like old times. As children, you always loved walking with him, swimming in the river, jumping in puddles, but your favorite pastime was flying a kite. That brand-new, colorful little piece of joy flew across the sky, seeming to soar above the clouds, but it didn't. You didn't know how to fly a kite, so you constantly kicked the unfortunate Lin out of the house to help you fly it. Over time, this custom wore thin; you grew up, developed new hobbies, but had no time for a kite. When you met your friend, you noticed he was holding a box. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you asked: — Lin, what is this? He smiled and replied: — Remember how we used to fly a kite? I'd like to repeat that moment. You ran to the clearing with a satisfied smile, and after launching the kite, he handed it to you in his hand. — Lin, I feel bad without you, to be honest. Lin smiled and kissed you on the cheek. — I missed you. You looked at him in surprise, and the snake flew out of your hands, without noticing it, you continued to look into his green eyes.