Tang Tang sat in front of the electric bike, nestled in her mother's arms, with her mouth wide open, letting the wind pour in.
She felt the wind whirl around inside her mouth, drill into her belly, play around there for a while, and then escape from her ears and nose.
Just then, Mao Sanmei suddenly slowed the bike to a stop by the roadside, then took out a mask to put on Tang Tang.
Tang Tang: (•̅_•̅)
Mao Sanmei examined Tang Tang, very satisfied with her own handiwork. Tang Tang reached out to pull the mask down, but she was stopped.
"You can't do that."
Mao Sanmei shook her finger.
To give her newly acquainted mother some face, Tang Tang didn't reach out to pull at it again.
Mao Sanmei actually knew a little sign language, as she had been mute for so many years and always needed to communicate with others. Over time, she had also learned some simple gestures.
However, because she was self-taught, many of the gestures were not accurate.
