The wind was blowing on the hill constantly. Without the noise and heat like Beijing—it was very peaceful in Nanshan hill.
San Xian ran down from his doghouse and wagged his tail happily as he heard Wang Yao's footsteps.
"Hi, San Xian, you seem to have put on weight in the last few days," joked Wang Yao.
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Wang Yao found his father was listening to the radio and smoking a cigarette near the herbal field, very relaxed.
"Hi, Dad," said Wang Yao.
"Hi, Yao, when did you come back? How was everything going in Beijing?" asked Wang Fenghua after turning off the radio.
"I just came back last night. Everything went well in Beijing, but I have to go there again after several weeks," said Wang Yao. "Would you like to go home?"
"Okay, I can go to sleep early," said Wang Fenghua.
"Hey, San Xian, walk Dad home," Wang Yao instructed San Xian who was still wagging his tail.
