Before the door even opened, a rush of footsteps could be heard inside, and then the door was suddenly pulled open.
"Dad!"
Dabao rushed over, wrapping his two small arms around his leg, rubbing his face against his pants. Yang Ping almost lost his balance, holding onto the door frame with one hand and ruffling his son's hair with the other: "Did you study today?"
"Yes!" Dabao tilted his face up, his eyes sparkling like two little stars, "Mom had me recite ancient poems, I recited three!"
"Which three?"
"Thoughts in a Silent Night, Spring Dawn, and... and..." Dabao scratched his head, his brows furrowing, "There's another one whose name I forgot, but I can recite it... Moonlight in front of my bed, suspecting frost on the ground..."
"That's Thoughts in a Silent Night, you mentioned it just now." Yang Ping laughed as he picked him up and walked into the living room.
