As the RV left the village, the morning fog had completely cleared, and sunlight poured through the car window, warm and cozy.
Tang Tang sat on the chair, swinging her little legs, humming an unknown tune, looking extremely content.
Xiao Ya sat next to her, her eyes filled with curiosity.
This was her first time leaving the village, even the poplar trees by the roadside seemed more beautiful than those in the village. The leaves shone with a green glow under the sun, rustling in the wind, as if responding to Tang Tang's song.
"Xiao Ya, do you know what's in Xijing?"
Dou Dou leaned over, holding a picture book with terracotta warriors on it and waved it proudly.
"I know! There are tons and tons of terracotta warriors, taller than me, all dressed in ancient clothes, how majestic!"
