Neither of them spoke, lying quietly on the grass, watching the clouds drift leisurely by, listening to the waterfall's cascading echo, and the melodious singing of the birds. Before they realized it, time had swiftly slipped away.
Not far away, Little Flower was hopping up and down excitedly, one moment chasing wild chickens and rabbits, the next fluttering in the grass trying to catch butterflies and bugs, having a great time. Before long, its belly, plump from the morning meal, had deflated, and it dashed to the stream. After splashing around for a bit, it carried two fat fish back, trotting joyfully towards Mo Yan, throwing the fish on the ground, and scratching Mo Yan's shoe soles with its wet paws, making a pleasing sound.
"Haha, this guy really is a foodie, but, so cute, it makes me want to get a little dog to raise!" Noticing the movement, Liu Tinglan sat up and, stroking Little Flower's head, felt very tempted.