Sunday, the sun was shining brightly, but in the biting cold wind, walking in the sunlight didn't bring any warmth. Only when you closed the door and blocked the wind did it not feel too cold.
On the bed, the little one squirmed around like a caterpillar, bum in the air. Tired of playing, it would lie straight on the blanket, muttering to itself.
Occasionally, it would crawl behind Mo Jingchun, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and poke Mo Jingchun a few times with its little hands.
Not getting a response from "brother," the little one would stare blankly, and then return to playing with its toys on the bed, entertaining itself.
Mo Jingchun didn't pay attention to Candy poking him because he was assembling the first smart anti-shake spoon in sequence.
The not-so-big computer desk was filled with various parts, large and small, and even a specially ordered plastic shell.
