Chapter 6: Delivering Warmth
Zhao Meimei gathered her tiny hand in her father's palm and tucked it into the pocket of his thick cotton coat. The fingers pressed together, warm and cozy.
The snow on the road made the night gleam brightly, and everywhere you looked was clear and bright.
Zhao Meimei walked and crunched her new cotton shoes on the snow, talking to her father about the small villa during the day: "Brother Yangyang flew up directly, saving me from the door like picking an apple."
Zhao Dazhuang laughed so hard his mouth wouldn't close: "Oh, is Brother Yangyang a bird? Can he fly?"
Zhao Meimei giggled: "Brother Yangyang said that whenever I go and call out, he'll open the door for me. Tomorrow, I'll take Da Bao and them to play."
Zhao Dazhuang squeezed her chubby little hand: "Do you like Brother Yangyang that much?"
Zhao Meimei thought seriously: "He's okay. I'm not familiar with him yet, but I'll like him when I get to know him better."
Zhao Dazhuang teased her: "You like Brother Yangyang, but does Brother Yangyang like you?"
"Of course he does!" Zhao Meimei raised her thin little eyelids, her long eyelashes and squinted eyes full of confidence. She was so smart, so good at games, who wouldn't like her?
Holding Zhao Meimei, Zhao Dazhuang glanced at the small villa from afar; it seemed the lights were off on the second floor.
Zhao Dazhuang said, "If Brother Yangyang is asleep, let's come back tomorrow."