The morning courtyard was shrouded in morning mist, with a gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers from the corners of the walls, instantly making one feel refreshed and exhilarated.
Zhou Jiao came down the steps and smiled softly as she watched the little figure practicing horseback stance in the yard. She didn't care much whether or not her child was intelligent, but she placed great importance on his character.
There are plenty of precocious children, but why do they often fade into the ordinary? It's because they rely too much on clever tricks and lack the perseverance of that old tale of unwavering effort to move mountains.
The fact that Ping'an could persist for so long made Zhou Jiao gratified. Her son's future path would require a long period of patience and modesty and learning to enjoy solitude, all relying on perseverance.
