"Hahaha, Little Yellow? Xiaohei?" Zhang Xiaohua stood in the air, beaming. Warmth filled his heart, washing away much of the grief Meng's departure had left behind.
Before even half an incense stick's time had passed, Little Yellow arrived first. It stopped about ten feet in front of Zhang Xiaohua, its tail—larger than its entire body—gently swaying behind it as it floated quietly in the air.
A faint voice suddenly echoed in Zhang Xiaohua's heart: "Mother... is that you?"
An awkward expression appeared on Zhang Xiaohua's face. He did not know how to answer and could only curse inwardly, You little brat. I was a man to begin with—how did I become your mother?
Yet Little Yellow seemed to understand. Delight appeared in its tiny eyes, and with a flick of its huge tail, it shot onto Zhang Xiaohua's shoulder with a "whoosh." Its two little claws wrapped around Zhang Xiaohua's head with extreme affection. But with that show of intimacy, Zhang Xiaohua's hair was immediately messed into a bird's nest.
Feeling Little Yellow's affection, Zhang Xiaohua reached out and fondly stroked its body. Little Yellow enjoyed it immensely, rubbing its little head against Zhang Xiaohua's hand again and again.
With a "Woof~~," a black shadow flew over as well. Like Little Yellow, it stopped about ten feet away. Just as Zhang Xiaohua sensed a voice calling in his heart, "Father, is that you?"
Little Yellow shot forward with another "whoosh," pouncing directly onto Xiaohei and knocking him down in one go.
Though Xiaohei was somewhat larger than Little Yellow, he had been caught off guard and toppled over. Then Xiaohei gave an angry cry and scrambled back up, swatting Little Yellow's face with one little claw and knocking it sideways. Little Yellow refused to take it lying down. Its huge