Xibao truly couldn't resist the bubbly atmosphere. Seeing his parents preparing to leave, he became frantic, pointing at the stage and babbling incoherently, full of protests but unable to articulate a single word.
"How about Xibao stays here with Commander Grandpa and watches the show?" Feng Qingxue suggested gently.
Xibao blinked in understanding, his head bobbing like a pecking chick, "Uh huh!"
Much to Lu Jiang's delight, he was able to hand Xibao off to the Commander for a semblance of privacy. Now in the front row, the little guy was ecstatic, his eyes wide with joy. He waved a tiny hand at his parents, "Bye bye!"
The "bye-bye" move was something Feng Qingxue had taught him at home.
When people were leaving, she'd have Xibao wave at them and say these two words.
Over time, Xibao naturally remembered it and used it instinctively.