I have been living in an orphanage since I can remember. I have no concept of home. If I had to say it, An Xiaonuan and I would probably build a fake house with bamboo sticks every holiday, and then use mud to make a few ugly little clay figures. Then I watched An Xiaonuan stupidly finish naming the clay figurine, asking the ugly clay figurine to call me dad and her mom.
At this time, I would be a little unhappy. I thought, my child would not be so ugly. My child's mother wouldn't be that stupid. Whenever I tell An Xiaonuan this idea, she always stares at me angrily for a few seconds, then turns around and runs away. And I would squat under the big sweet-scented osmanthus tree, draw circles on the ground with stones, and count while drawing. Every time I draw the 100th one, I will see An Xiaonuan running over like a stupid penguin and saying, "An Xiaobai, it's time to eat."
Then I got up and walked back with her. I said, "An Xiaonuan, actually I can be the father of those clay figures."
The girl was still a bit vindictive and said angrily, "No!"
I said, "Seriously, don't squeeze its arms as thick as yours next time. I will be its father."
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