The sun was tired. It yawned and sank into the mountain hollow to sleep, while the moon began peeking out and climbing into the sky.
Beneath the old locust tree, Niuniu teased Chongchong with a lush green reed.
Chongchong was a cat.
And without a doubt, a very fine cat. It had a round head, neat little whiskers that stuck out proudly, and glossy black-and-brown stripes on its back. At that moment, it was sprawled in its little master's arms, lazily batting at the reed with one paw.
Just as it was starting to tire of the game, it spotted our other freshly introduced protagonist: Niuniu.
Niuniu was almost three, at the most adorable golden age for a chubby little boy. He had plump arms, a big head, and a round little belly, though he could already walk steadily.
What caught Chongchong's eye wasn't the peach-shaped cap on Niuniu's head, but the golden, fragrant grilled fish in his hand. A breeze blew by, and Chongchong raised its chin, sniffing again and again. It smelled so good!
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Ha ha!! What a great writing style! Admire!!!
It's so cute. I didn't expect that Yang Bei, who wrote such weird reasoning articles as "The Scent of Death", could also write such a cute and heartwarming article~
Very cute
Ten thousand flowers sent!
He he hao!