The Great Escape from Xiongkou

When I was eight years old, my father and I passed by Yunlin Mountain. It was a winter with heavy snowfall. There was a tall white figure three meters away from us, and I seemed to hear him calling me. I was just about to answer what that person said. My father quickly covered my mouth with his hand in fear. Then he hugged me and ran away. It wasn't until we got home that he released his hand covering me! The door was closed, and my mother-in-law looked at us gently. Dad took a few deep breaths and said in shock: "My dear, Bai Bai... Bai Bai Bear, I saw the scholar's big White Bear..."