If you have to say what Little Baozi has in common with himself back then, it's two words: focus.
His son's spirit of concentrating on whatever he does matches his own ideas.
Back then, he took a liking to Ye Siquan simply because the child could block out distractions and focus. In contrast, his little niece, that little girl Lu Na, has too many thoughts, like his sister. Maybe it's because she's a girl.
"Zhengzheng." Jun Ye's big hand rested on Little Baozi's small head.
Little Baozi, buried in the world of drawing, turned his head around. Seeing it was his father, his little eyes widened: "When did dad get here?"
"Watching you draw," Jun Ye said, as if speaking equally with his son for the first time, squatting down, "Does Zhengzheng like drawing?"
"Yes, I do," Little Baozi said.
"Do you like drawing more, or do you like dad more?" Jun Ye asked.
Little Baozi answered without thinking: "Dad."
