"You are so different now," said Wang Mingbao. "You are like an ascetic monk."
"You don't understand. I love it," said Wang Yao with a smile.
"Anyway, I can't stand to live like you on the hill, not for one day," said Wang Mingbao.
It was 2 pm when Wang Yao left Wang Mingbao's home. It was still snowing outside, but it started to let up. Wang Yao walked on the hill, stepping on the snow and admiring the landscape. He took his time. It was very quiet around him and he could only hear his footsteps.
Screech! He heard the sound of a bird.
Wang Yao looked up and saw an eagle hovering in the sky.
What?
Wang Yao sighed quietly.
He could see that it was the eagle who was injured a few days ago. It didn't take long for him to fly again.
The eagle seemed to notice Wang Yao. It dived towards Wang Yao, and stopped a few inches above Wang Yao's head before circling for a short while and then soaring back the sky.
