April brought blossoms of smile flowers all throughout the school, and their fragrance filled the air as one walked along the paths.
Ermao controlled his daughter's stroller, steering it down less crowded paths. The main campus roads, bustling and filled with the unsafe rush of vehicles and pedestrians and riddled with car exhaust, were no good for children. The paths, on the other hand, were safe, quiet, lined with flowers and trees, and boasted better air quality.
As they walked, Ermao taught his daughter to recognize various objects.
Trees, birds, flowers, clouds…
Ermao would say a word, and Er Yuan would repeat it. If she got it wrong, he would teach it again, and again, until she got it right.
In the past, Zheng Tan always thought that Ermao was unreliable, but unexpectedly, he found him to be quite patient with his daughter. He seemed to have been patient when raising Heimi too.