"Yes, Mommy misses your little brother and Daddy too!" Zhou Lian said softly with a smile, looking at her daughter's impish expression. 'I really do miss them.' She never thought that in just two or three days, she would experience what the ancients called being sick with longing.
Her little face scrunched up, Nuonuo said glumly, "Then what should we do? They won't be back for several more hours!"
"It's okay. How about Mommy teaches you the Er Ya?" Zhou Lian said, looking at Nuonuo on a sudden whim. 'My daughter is so smart, she should be able to understand it!'
After a moment's pause, Nuonuo studied Zhou Lian carefully and said softly, "If you say so." 'The Er Ya? Has Mommy gone silly from missing Daddy? What is she thinking, asking a second-grader, a little girl of only seven or eight, to read the Er Ya? Although... I can probably understand most of it. Oh well, I'll just go along with it.'
