"Mom, is it my father's birthday again today?" The child in white rags raised his head and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and said. "Good boy, you miss your daddy," the lady said with a smile. "Yes." After hearing his mother's words, the little boy lowered his head. "Qing'er, you go to the lobby and take a look, but be careful not to let anyone find you, especially... Your father and your eldest mother." "Well," the little boy replied happily, "Mom, I'm going." The little boy walked out of the small yard and hid gently under the pine trees covered with school. "Huh? Where's daddy?" The little boy stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance. The lively crowd in the distance, the warm light and the food that seemed to exude a strong fragrance made him lower his head in disappointment. "Huh? What is this?" There seemed to be a pile of raised snow under my feet...