The sky gradually revealed the fish-belly white rays of dawn. The light blue sky was dotted with floating white clouds, and a gentle breeze swayed the leaves by the roadside. There were many bird calls, accompanied by the melodious sound of pigeon whistles, lively and touching.
A small figure moved from a crouching position, twisted his body, and walked out from under a big tree. His bright, mischievous eyes glanced around, as he quietly threw a small stone not far away. With a thud, a pigeon fell.
Ping'an immediately grabbed a handful of fallen leaves from under the tree, bundled the pigeon into a ball, mumbling, "Can't let you die with regrets, it's your fate."
Hugging a pile of "fallen leaves," Ping'an quickly darted from the roadside into the house, running towards the kitchen.
