On the reclining chair, Xiao Xiao rested his hands half on his forehead, his eyes half-opened and half-closed. The branches above were vertical and horizontal, blocking the too bright sunlight. The white plums were translucent, and the cold fragrance was clear. A plain sleeve fell down... From the sycamore tree on the other side of the yard, chirping, chirping, chirping, chirping, chirping, chirping, and gurgling sometimes mixed in, like childish laughter, but somehow strange for no reason....... The soft touch made him smile, and he thought in a daze: before he knew it, the yard was already so lively. It's time to have a tea party.