A night of good dreams, and the next morning, as the first light tinged the sky and the rooster crowed, Mr. Wang was already in the courtyard practicing boxing with his son and his disciples.
In the room, Little Ping'an, half-asleep, heard the "Ha… Hei… Keep your base…" sounds from outside, and with a start, he immediately jumped up and crawled towards the window.
Zhang Guoqing was woken up by him, listened for a while, glanced at the sky outside the window, and waved at him, "Son, go back to sleep. We'll practice horse stance at five o'clock."
"Dad, I went to bed early last night."
Hearing the implied meaning in his child's words, Zhang Guoqing sat up, "Then should Dad take you outside?"
"No need, I'll just watch. You and Mom keep sleeping."
Zhang Guoqing saw him staring intently outside, smiled and shook his head, and continued lying down, "They're practicing their martial arts. It's not good to watch, it's against the rules."
