Tao Zhixiang looked towards the sound and saw a young couple watching the lanterns, and the voice just now seemed to come from overhead.
Upon closer inspection, she found that the three- or four-year-old child was riding on the man's shoulders.
Seeing that scene, Tao Zhixiang felt a warmth in her heart.
It seemed like yet another happy family!
At this time, the young mother explained to the child, "That's not a chicken, it's a Phoenix!"
"What's a Phoenix?"
"The Phoenix is the king of all birds, symbolizes good fortune, and is also known as the immortal bird."
"The immortal bird means it will never die?" the child asked curiously.
"Yes."
"Then, mama, let's raise one at home too!"
...
Over there, Tao Zhixiang laughed.
A child is truly a child, yet only in childhood can one maintain such a pure, untainted heart, so carefree and worry-free.
The couple left, and Tao Zhixiang still gazed at the back of the child, somewhat lost in thought.
