Tian Sangsang was discussing with Xiaocui about how to weave a prettier sweater. Xiaocui was a completely rural girl, much more skilled than her.
"Where's your Yanyan?" Xiaocui suddenly asked.
Tian Sangsang glanced toward the yard and said, "Probably out playing. Just now he was playing here with Xiaohu. These two kids."
Speak of the devil. Right then, Meng Shuyan came running in from outside.
Tian Sangsang saw his little legs pumping, his sweaty head, and she put down the yarn she was holding to catch him with her arms full. "Why are you running, Yanyan? Where's Xiaohu?"
Meng Shuyan's big eyes mirrored his alarm. "Mom, Xiaohu went into the forest."
"Yanyan, who did you say went into the forest?"
"Xiaohu." Meng Shuyan's childish yet deliberate tone came through: "Xiaohu said he saw someone in the forest, so he went in. I couldn't stop him." His dad had previously warned him the forest was dangerous, so deep down, he didn't dare enter recklessly.
