Song Tingfan opened his cloak and draped it over Lin Qiao, then quickly tied a knot with his fingers. Lin Qiao watched Li Guifen laugh so much that her mouth couldn't close, "..."
Afterward, the group put down their things and took a carriage to the city. Song Tingfan followed on horseback, with Lin Ping in his arms.
Lin Ping happily said, "Uncle, can we go faster?"
"Yes."
Song Tingfan pursed his lips, paused for a moment, and said, "Once you've ridden a horse, no one can touch your head."
"Why?" Lin Ping turned his head in confusion.
Song Tingfan looked natural, "Because you won't grow tall."
Lin Ping thought for a while and nodded seriously, "I want to be as tall as you, Uncle."
Song Tingfan replied with an "mm" and then sped up the horse, making Lin Ping shout with joy. Lin An, inside the carriage, leaned against the window and yelled, "Uncle, Uncle, I also want to ride."
