Zhen Lang laughed at his son who tried to escape a bath. He lifted and carried his son toward the bathroom. ‘That part of your mummy’s body exclusively belongs to your daddy. That year your daddy said something special to your mummy to make her remember me for many years. If you want to land there then you need to find your own runway. Your daddy occupied your mummy’s runway many years ago.’
‘Zhen Lang!’ Gu Jing cried out like a lioness.
Gu Jing jumped off the sofa, her fist brushed past Zhen Lang’s face and dented a wall.
Zhen San Tian hugged his daddy tightly. ‘Daddy…’
Zhen Lang calmly carried his son to the bathroom. He took off his son’s clothes and he put his son into the bathtub of warm water. ‘It’s ok, coincidently the kitchen needs renovating.’
Zhen Lang turned his head around and he looked at his loveable wife. ‘Recently your mood swings are abnormal. Come with me to the hospital tomorrow for a check-up. If the result is nothing then you’re allowed to give your arms and legs a workout.’
Gu Jing looked at her husband’s calm face and she believed he was right. She retrieved her fist from the wall and she didn’t dare to move her arms and legs carelessly.
Zhen San Tian played with the bubbles in the bathtub. The sunlight reflected off the bubbles and the bubbles turned to the seven colours of the rainbow. The bubbles flew above his wet hair and he laughed happily.
Zhen Lang and Gu Jing remembered a summer afternoon many years ago. Zhen Lang held a paper aeroplane in front of Gu Jing and he teased her. ‘Gu Jing, can I borrow your chest to land my plane?’