On the twenty-sixth of the twelfth lunar month, Li Qiao and Shang Yu returned to the old house in Parma with their family of five.
This was probably the liveliest Spring Festival the old house had seen in many years.
Shang Qi and Shang Yao, the dragon and phoenix twins, were already seven months old. On the day they returned to the old house, the siblings both started talking.
Shang Yao mispronounced and called out "Mama."
Shang Qi, on the other hand, lay in Shang Yu's arms, smacking her lips and calling "Daddy."
The man held her little arm, his deep eyes reflecting a doting sparkle, "What did you call me?"
"Da-ddy..." Shang Qi clutched Shang Yu's shirt with her soft little hand, her eyes black and bright, "Ah, Ma... Ma."
Shang Yu's thin lips curved into a faint smile, and he lowered his head to kiss her face, "Say it again."
"Ah wu, Daddy."
The smile in the man's eyes deepened, hugging and kissing Shang Qi, as if he couldn't get enough.
