"Can people fly in the sky?" Lele scratched his head, thinking that flying was something only birds could do.
"Of course, people canât fly, but thereâs something that can take people up and fly together." Yang Chuxia thought for a moment and then asked, "Son, donât you know?"
Having said that, she stared intently at her son.
Lele was somewhat confused and said blankly, "Why would I know that?"
Seeing his baffled and perplexed expression, with not even a flicker of understanding in his eyes,
Yang Chuxia let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, her son was a true born and bred soul; otherwise, if he were actually harboring someone elseâs spirit, that might be a bit disconcerting for her.
"Mom, I want to fly!" At this moment, Yangyang had run over and was hugging his motherâs leg. "I want to fly!"
"Youâre not a bird, how can you fly?" she said, ruffling Yangyangâs fluffy little head. "You donât have a pair of wings, so you canât fly."
"Then can we get that thing?" Lele propped up his little chin, his eyes lighting up with little stars. He even flapped his arms a few times like a bird, asking, "The thing that can fly with people?"
"Thatâs not possible; your mother doesnât have the means to make that kind of thing." Yang Chuxia thought if she could make an airplane, then she might as well fly to the heavens. Dreaming was indeed simpler by comparison.
She needed to change the subject, as this had been brought up only to test her sonâs reaction, and she couldnât let the two boys linger on it.
"Lele, didnât you say you wanted to learn how to write? Later tonight, Iâll have someone custom-order a brush for you, and have your father teach you, how about that?"
She knew that she couldnât teach him; her handwriting wasnât as beautiful as Brother Anâs, nor did she know as many fonts.
Moreover, those brushes sold in the shop wouldnât do for the child who wanted to learn to write; even the smallest size was probably too big, so she guessed she would have to order an even smaller one.
"Yes, yes, let Dad teach me," said Lele, his attention already diverted. He added, "I also want to learn to draw." He had been using a little paintbrush these past few days, but whatever he drew was so ugly, it paled in comparison to Auntâs drawings.
"That can be arranged; your dad is the best at painting!"
"Really?" Leleâs eyes shone brighter upon hearing this. "Dad can paint?"
"Of course, your dad has even painted portraits of your mom, and theyâre very well done. After dinner, Iâll take you to see them." When she came to Funan, she brought part of the scrolls with her, but not the mounted ones.
"Great!" Lele was now content.
But Yangyang was still fixated on the idea of flying.
He sat there with a spoon in one hand, propping up his chin with the other, his large eyes whirling around distractedly, looking here and there.
After dinner, he dashed back to his room like a little cannonball, then returned with his little blanket draped over his shoulders.
"Mom, wings, wings!" he announced upon reaching Yang Chuxia, twirling around a few times to show off, "Flying now, flying!"
"You little rascal!" she tapped her sonâs forehead fondly.
"Hehe, itâs fun, so fun!"
Yangyang was already immersed in his new toy â his blanket wings. Meanwhile, Lele and his mother went to look for the paintings Ye Ziâan had done in the past.
"When you couldnât talk, your mom used your dadâs paintings to teach you to call for dad."
"I donât remember," said Lele obediently, shaking his head.
"Pfft, you couldnât even talk back then; if you actually remembered, wouldnât that be something?"