The night was pitch-black, the stars twinkling brightly above. The village roads, though no longer smooth as they once were, posed no burden for the country folk when it came to night walks.
Song Tan and her brother, with Da Wang in tow, felt an extraordinary tranquility as they moved along. To their surprise, the insects had even started to chirp among the grasses.
Qiaoqiao blew a bubble with a "pop," as big as a fist!
He turned his head in delight, his crossed eyes fixed on the bubble, cooing for Song Tan to come look. Even Da Wang approached curiously, sniffing it with his nose.
"Pop!"
The bubble burst.
It left him smearing the sticky remnants on his lips, cheeks, and philtrum, struggling for a while before he spit out the remaining gum in dejection.
Song Tan couldn't help but laugh out loud!
"By the way, Qiaoqiao," she suddenly remembered,
"Wasn't the bubble gum meant for Brother Yanping? Why did you open it first?"
