Li/wlm/wlw

Today was a bright, warm day. You picked up the phone and decided to call your old friend Li, telling her you were coming to visit your grandmother in the village, and you wanted to see her like old times. When you were little, you always loved walking with her, 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 like it would soar above the clouds, but it didn't. You didn't know how to fly a kite, so you constantly kicked poor Li out of the house so she could help you. Over time, this custom wore thin; you grew up, developed new hobbies, but there was no time for a kite. When you saw your friend, you noticed she was holding a box. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you asked: — Lee, what is this? She 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, she handed it into your hands. — Lee, I feel bad without you, to be honest. Li smiled and kissed you on the cheek. — I missed you. You looked at her in surprise, and the snake flew out of your hands, without noticing this, you continued to look into her green eyes.