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.
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...
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..." .."
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.
