March in Si Ming still carries the chill of spring. The light of dawn just passed through the window panes at six in the morning, and Ruan Hongzhuang was already washed and ready.
When she walked into the living room, she happened to see Mao Sanmei squatting on the ground tying Tang Tang's shoelaces.
The little fellow was wearing a goose-yellow jacket, with a floral sweatshirt underneath, and was holding a little donkey in her hand, picked up from the wedding site that day. She especially liked it and had been holding it close these past few days.
At this moment, she was standing on tiptoes looking towards the door, chirping "ooh ooh," like a little bird eager to go out.
"Where's Grandma?"
Ruan Hongzhuang picked up the light gray knitted cardigan on the sofa, which was prepared for Grandma — the wind in Xiajing in March is strong, and it's chilly in the mornings and evenings, a light cardigan is perfect for keeping out the wind.
"She's in the room organizing stuff."
