Alice looked at him, sucked her nose and said nothing.

The meat was anxious and took her small hand and pulled her aside.

"Alice, are we best friends?"

Alice sipped her mouth and nodded.

"Then, you should tell me anything on your mind."

Who knows, Alice suddenly began to cry.

This scares the meat.

With a fleshy little hand, he scrambled to wipe Alice‘s tears.

Not good at coaxing girls, there is only one sentence over and over again： "Don‘t cry."

Gradually stopped crying, Alice asked in a low voice, "Are you really going?"

It turned out to be because of this.

The meat nodded and solemnly said, "Grandpa and Grandma are taking me home."

"Isn‘t this your home?"

"Not here." Meat frowned and thought about how to explain it clearly to Alice, "My home is in my mother‘s hometown, do you know my hometown?"

"Hometown? Is it the place where the moon is very bright?"

"Yes! That‘s it. The dew is white tonight and the moon is bright in my hometown."

This poem, which meat likes best, was also taught to Alice.

"But when you return to your hometown, I will never see you again." Alice said, crying again.

The meat scratched its head and hair and said quickly, "No, when you grow up and I grow up, we will meet."

"It will take a long time."

"Well, however, meat must go back to his hometown. Perhaps the father of meat is also there."

Alice seldom heard meat mention father. She knew that meat was only mother and Lisa.

She also knows that every child should have a father, and she has her own.

But her mother told her not to let her ask meat about her father.

So every time, meat said, she listened, meat didn‘t say, she didn‘t ask.

"Meat, what does your father look like?"

"I don‘t know." The meat frowned, with small delicate eyebrows, a doodle mouth and a little imagination on his face. "But I think he must be very tall and strong, just like me."

"Like meat?" Alice tooted, and suddenly her eyes lit up. "Then I know who meat‘s father is!"

"How do you know?" Meat laughed, even he didn‘t know things.

"I really know, really know." Alice grabbed Meat‘s hand and was eager to prove it： "Meat, do you still remember? Once, I ran into an uncle. When you were celebrating your birthday, did you remember?"

"Ah, that man."

"Yes! That‘s him! The father of meat must be like that uncle!" Alice said with great certainty, ‘That uncle is tall and strong, and, ah, most importantly,‘

Speaking of which, Alice gasped for breath. "Most importantly, he looks like meat!"

*

After kindergarten was over, Albert and Martha picked up meat.

Today, the little fellow is a little different. He is not as lively as usual and has a thoughtful face.

After dinner, Albert played with the meat for a while and asked Martha to take him to the bath.

Meat meat sat in the bathtub, absent－minded playing with the little yellow duck.

Martha wiped his back and asked softly, "meat, something on your mind? Can you tell Grandma?"

The meat blinked and spoke for a long time： "Grandma, can I ask you a question?"

"Well, ask."

"Grandma, have grandma seen the father of meat?"

This question...

Martha immediately froze.

The meat stared at her closely and looked forward to it everywhere.

Martha returned to his absolute being and smiled： "Well, I have."

"Really!" Hearing this, the meat was pleasantly surprised. "What does the father of the meat look like, grandma?"

"Well, the father of meat looks very much like meat."

"It is very similar to meat."

Mumbling this sentence, this sentence seems to have become a spell.

Let the meat think about what Alice said.

Is that really a father?

When the meat fell asleep, Martha returned to his room.

Albert was leaning against the bed to read a book when she came in, took off her glasses and asked, "Is meat asleep?"