Zhuo Junyan walked aimlessly among the crowd, his face always looked very low.

dad…….

"Dad, dad, look at the light of Ultraman Tiga." A six-year-old boy crossed his hands in front of his chest and shouted "biubiu" in his mouth.

"Ah, dad is dead." Zhuo Qiang shouted, then covered his chest tightly and lay on the ground with a snap.

So the little boy looked victorious, and Zhuo Qiang stood up, tidied up his uniform, and then rubbed the little guy's head: "Okay, Dad is going to work, Junyan is good, you have to listen to your mother at home."

"Dad, let's play for a while."

"Dad is very busy. When Dad comes back tonight, he will play with Junyan."

...

"Junyan, see what dad has brought you back, remote control of the racing car."

“Wow.”

"Dad, the car is running so fast, you can play too."

"Dad still has some documents to sort out, Junyan can play with it himself."

...

"Dad, let's go to the park to play."

"Be good to Junyan, Dad is going to work. Wait until Dad comes back tonight and accompany Junyan."

...

"Dad, dad..."

"Dad has something to do, come back later, Toshihiko is good."

...

"Dad, Dad, I want one stacked and tall. Dad, please buy one for me."

"It's so high, okay, I'll bring you one back when my dad gets off work. Good at Toshihiko."

...

"Dad, Dad, stacked high, stacked high, take me to buy stacked high."

"Oh, look at my memory. Dad is going to work now. At night, Dad will definitely bring you one back tonight."

...

However, in the end, I couldn't wait for my father to be taller.

"I am your father's colleague. I was entrusted by your father's previous entrust to give you a gift."

"He used to tell me that you always wanted a set of stacks and heights, but your dad was busy with work and had no time to buy it, so I asked me to buy one."

But what's the point of not buying the stack of high ones that my father bought?

I want to stack high, but because this toy requires two people to play with, so my dad will accompany me.

Now that my father is gone, what's the use of me even stacking high?

Zhuo Junyan walked in the crowd with his eyes blankly and walked everywhere. Until night began to fall, Zhuo Junyan looked up and found that it was dark. Zhuo Junyan was stunned. Then he looked around for a while, and after determining where he was, he quickly trotted towards home.

Fortunately, although I was walking unconsciously, it was the direction of home after all, so I didn’t go too far.

He jogged all the way back to the community, looked up at the direction of the house, and the light was still dark. Zhuo Junyan felt relieved, and his mother had not come back yet.

Zhuo Junyan urgently needed to walk towards the unit where his home was, pressed the elevator, and then came to the floor where his home was with a "ding" sound.

Zhuo Junyan walked out of the elevator while touching the key in his schoolbag with his backhand, but suddenly, Zhuo Junyan was stunned.

At the doorstep, a very exquisitely packaged handbag was placed there quietly.

Zhuo Junyan immediately looked around for a while, but there was no one in the corridor.

Zhuo Junyan was silent, then slowly walked to the door of the house, lowered his head and looked at the handbag lying quietly there. After a long time, Zhuo Junyan's face began to turn red slowly. At the same time, he raised his head and looked around for a while, and finally his eyes were frozen at the entrance of the corridor, the big dark green trash can.

Zhuo Junyan picked up the handbag suddenly and was about to strode over, but at this moment, the elevator behind him heard a "ding" sound, and then the elevator door opened, and a gentle female voice: "Junyan?"

Zhuo Junyan was stiff and his body suddenly stopped there. Zhuo Junyan slowly turned his head and looked at a young woman slowly walking out of the elevator. His eyes flashed, and finally a smile appeared on his face: "Mom, Mom."

Zhuo Junyan's mother nodded with a smile, then looked at the handbag in Zhuo Junyan's hand curiously: "What is Junyan holding in his hand?"

"This..." Zhuo Junyan was stunned, then said with a slightly pale face: "Uh, this is a gift given to me by a classmate."

"Oh?" Junyan's mother was stunned at first, then she showed a look of surprise on her face: "Is it a birthday gift? It seems that Junyan also has good friends at school."

"Um... um." Zhuo Junyan nodded with embarrassment, but in his heart, Zhuo Junyan kept beating drums, making a bang.

Junyan's mother came over and looked at Junyan with relief, then found the key to open the door: "Junyan hasn't opened it yet. Let's go and see, Junyan's good friend, what birthday gifts have been prepared for Junyan, it must be a great thing." Zhuo Junyan was pulled into the house by his excited mother with an awkward look, and then the two sat around in front of the coffee table. The mother happily looked at the exquisite packaging, and then looked at Junyan with expectation: "Junyan, open it and take a look, this is a friend's gift."

Zhuo Junyan nodded awkwardly, then looked at the exquisite handbag, but his heart was silent. Then he reached out and slowly opened the exquisite packaging of the handbag, which contained several layers of colored paper. Finally, after tearing off all the colored paper, the innermost packaging box was exposed.

Sure enough, stacked high.

But Junyan's mother looked happy: "It's Died Gao Ye, Junyan, haven't you always wanted one? It's great. It seems that your friend knows your feelings very well. You can invite your friend back and play together in the future."

Looking at his mother's happy expression, Zhuo Junyan forced a smile to his face and nodded.

At this time, the bell outside the door suddenly rang. Zhuo Junyan, who was full of embarrassment, seemed to have heard a savior: "Mom, I'll open the door." As he said that, he immediately got up, and then strode towards the door.

Zhuo Junyan opened the door and looked at a big brother in his twenties outside the door with a strange look on his face.

"Hello, is there a birthday cake here for Zhuo Junyan?" Huang Clothes glanced at Zhuo Junyan and said with a smile.

"Birthday cake? Give it to me?" Zhuo Junyan's face was stunned.

"Oh, you are the little boy Zhuo Junyan, well, if so, that's right. It's really for you. Happy birthday to you." But when he said this, the yellow clothes smiled a little embarrassedly: "Well, there is another saying that I'll bring this cake to you."

"He said, I'm really sorry for what happened this afternoon. He didn't mean to say those words, please forgive me."

Hearing the words of the yellow clothes, Zhuo Junyan's face changed suddenly, and then the figure who stopped him in the afternoon suddenly appeared in his mind. Zhuo Junyan's face suddenly darkened. He glanced at the cake in the yellow clothes, but there was no look of happiness in his eyes.

Zhuo Junyan's eyes flashed, and then he suddenly wanted to close the door.

If this is also a gift from my father, I... don't... want it.
Chapter completed!