(At the street corner, under the sycamore tree. A small figure in a pink skirt stood stubbornly in front of the slowly approaching black car, holding a slightly old stuffed rabbit tightly in his arms.)
The car stopped. The man in the back seat rubbed his eyebrows and looked out the window tiredly. Then, he froze.
Outside the car window, the little kid was standing on tiptoes, trying hard to hold up a painting in his hand and stick it on the car window glass. It was a painting carefully painted with crayons: a long-haired woman with a crooked smile, and a little girl with braids and missing front teeth due to her smile. However, there was a tall humanoid outline in the middle, which was carefully traced with golden crayons and shone slightly in the sun.
Lu Tingxiao pressed down the car window. The summer breeze mixed in with the aroma of desserts.
The painting was taken away, revealing a fair and delicate little face, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that were almost identical to his. The child looked at him, and the circles in his eyes suddenly turned red without warning. It was not that he wanted to cry, but that he was filled with some kind of huge, soft grievance.
"Mommy and I have been waiting for you for a long time."
She raised her other little hand, and in the palm of her hand lay an orange candy that was about to melt. The candy wrapper was warm when she held it, and the edges were a little moist.
"I kept this candy for the longest time." She emphasized, trying her best to pass the candy over, her eyes timid but full of hope, "It's for dad. Because mommy said dad likes orange flavor the most."
"You... Are you?"
The wind blew across the treetops, and the rabbit doll in her arms, with barely noticeable ears, gently pressed against her cheek.
She raised her head, waiting for an answer, like waiting for a star to fall.
