After the New Year.
In May, the weather gradually turns hot.
Tang Song's body was checked by Fu Jingsheng; there were no problems.
Over a year old now, the little guy is learning to walk in the family yard.
Wobbly, he can only take a few steps before falling to the ground.
Tang Si is sitting on a deck chair, holding a newspaper and rocking leisurely.
He looks lazy and relaxed.
Song Yi goes over and kicks his calf: "Can you catch him when he falls? He might get hurt."
Tang Si lifts his eyes, looking at the little guy standing in the yard, and slowly sighs: "It's getting warmer. He's wearing so much; how could he get hurt?"
"He's low to the ground, kids falling doesn't hurt." Tang Si nods towards Tang Song: "Look, he's not even crying, he's definitely not hurt."
Song Yi: "..."
That's because Tang Song just doesn't like to cry.
"Baby, come to mommy."
Tang Song toddles towards Song Yi on his little legs, swaying with each step.
