The house now had two motorcycles, and Chenchen became "wild," growing increasingly fond of playing outside.
In the garden's grassy yard, there used to be only a swing, but now a seesaw and a trampoline had been added.
Spreading a cloth on the grass, Zhiyun relaxedly played with the child while having a picnic.
The lazy winter sunshine was warm but not intense.
Chenchen chased Maomao around the lawn, trying to grab Maomao's tail, but Maomao was quick to react, teasing the little one by giving him hope yet not allowing success.
Just as the little one almost caught him, Maomao agilely evaded, Chenchen continued the chase, Maomao continued the dodge, a never-ending game of cat and mouse.
Tired from playing, Chenchen stopped chasing Maomao and flopped down on the floral cloth, looking for his mother.
"Tired?"
Zhiyun smiled as she took off the little one's shoes, sat him down beside her, grabbed a cup of water, and fed him a drink.
Boom boom—