The sky turned dark as the sun was setting in the west. The grass fields were tinted with a golden shade, waving along with the evening breeze.
On the cemented path towards the Shen residence, two figures were seen walking towards the house. It was a peaceful scene.
Mu Zirui held Xi Xiaye's hand while dragging the strap of his bag with his other hand. He looked at Xi Xiaye with his big eyes as he asked, "Mother, is Father back?"
"Mmm, he's back. He's now cooking at home. Did you listen to the teacher in class today?" Xi Xiaye put her arm around Mu Zirui's shoulder and asked.
"Oh, Mother, can you tell the teacher to let me enter Grade 2? I really don't want to stay in kindergarten anymore. I know everything the teacher teaches. Plus, the children there are too childish and not fun to play with," Mu Zirui begged Xi Xiaye.
"Too childish? You're still young. The process of learning needs to be built with a strong foundation."
