The next morning, as wisps of smoke rose from every household in Zhang Family Village, Little Ping'an suddenly sprang up from the bed after a night of good dreams, rubbing his eyes in surprise at the sleeping pair.
Zhang Guoqing was already awake and suddenly opened his eyes to smile at his son, "Why are you up so early? Go back to sleep for a bit."
Ping'an looked out the window in confusion, "Is it early? Without the bugle, I'm not used to it."
Zhang Guoqing was about to reply when he felt his wife uneasily moving beside him. He quickly tapped her gently, and when he saw her continue sleeping, he quietly got off the bed, holding his son, and left the room.
Standing in the living room, father and son breathed a sigh of relief together and tapped their chests simultaneously.
Zhang Guoqing looked at his little son Little Douding on the ground, feeling delighted!
"Dad, are we going up the mountain today?"
