{"id":11654,"date":"2024-06-16T14:20:52","date_gmt":"2024-06-16T06:20:52","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.yaoxiaoshu.com\/?p=11654"},"modified":"2026-06-18T16:14:25","modified_gmt":"2026-06-18T08:14:25","slug":"yaoxiaoshu-vol-64","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.yaoxiaoshu.com\/en\/yaoxiaoshu-vol-64\/","title":{"rendered":"YAOXIAOSHU Vol.64: Little Tree"},"content":{"rendered":"

Little Tree, this is my nickname for my classmate Little Tree. When he was very young, he began to shout. As he kept Shouting, he grew into a small tree. I think this will become a secret code between us. If one day someone calls him like this, it must be his father.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today is Father's Day. I asked him if he had any memories before he was four years old. He said there was a vague one, which was in a riverside park...<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yes, at that time, Xiaoshu was about two years old. Still not very good at walking, just learning to walk. I held his clothes in both hands and taught him. He felt safe and then began to walk forward quickly, faster and faster, just when he was about to fall. I took the opportunity to raise him above my head with both hands and held him in my arms, drawing a few circles in the air. He's looking at me... Giggle... A smile. After a while, I put him down. A giant cargo ship passed by on the river. He pointed at the boat and shouted forcefully, \"Uh...\" ..\"<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After the little tree was born, it felt as if a switch in my mind had been turned on, switching me to father mode and unable to be turned off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n

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