The concrete floor was slightly cool. Mu Ju leaned against the courtyard wall and took out her mobile phone, intending to take a photo of Cheng Zhao, the little yellow duck squatting obediently at her feet.
As soon as the screen focused on the round, creamy-yellow fluff, Cheng Zhao suddenly became interested. He flapped his small wings, kicked his orange-red webbed feet and pounced forward, his whole face facing the camera.
The random flapping of its wings brought up a small gust of wind, and the entire photo blurred into a soft shadow, with only the iconic orange flat beak vaguely visible.
Mu Ju smiled helplessly and put down her phone, stretched out her hand to rub its fluffy yellow fur: "I came over in a hurry again, but I can't take a good photo now."
The little guy didn't understand the complaint, he just raised his head and squawked softly, and gently rubbed her fingertips with his flat mouth. At that time, Mu Ju didn't know that this clingy little duck would shed its original form and run towards him sincerely.
