After they ate, Chen Zhaohui was told to study his calligraphy while his mama gave his papa dance lessons. Which wasn't fair as he wanted to watch.
His uncles had gone to the other room too, and soon Chen Zhaohui could hear his mama singing a fast tune. He smiled as he brought the brush to the paper before him. Even if he wasn't there, he would at least be able to hear his mother's singing.
Meanwhile, Wei Caihong had a foot raised in the air, and he was trying his hardest not to let Nikola fall on the ground. His nose was itching, and he had the feeling he would sneeze soon.
"Can I pull you up yet?" He asked. He wished to be on two legs again. Nikola was light, but he was barely keeping the balance.
"Sure, swing us both around. Or you could forget your pride and let me lead?" Nikola was smirking at him.
