"It's like waiting for an unknown surprise."

Even if this surprise comes, I don't know if it will come...

It does not prevent people from waiting for luck.

...

The child lowered his head.

...

"Chenchen."

The child's mother looks at the child's schoolbag.

"Is Taozi okay?"

...

The child looked up blankly.

ah?

...

The child’s mother helped the child take off his schoolbag.

Open the schoolbag.

The child's mother took out peaches from her schoolbag.

...

"Look."

The child's mother took out peaches from the bag.

One-third of the peaches have rotted.

...

The child suddenly opened his eyes wide.

ah……

“…The peaches are broken…”

The child murmured.

...

"yes."

The child's mother frowned slightly.

"The originally beautiful peach has become ugly."

...

"Um."

The child nodded unconsciously.

“So ugly…”

The rotten part made people frown.

...

"Because you've been putting it for too long."

The child's father said.

"You should have eaten it two days ago."

"Did you not find it rot yesterday?"

He remembered that this child would check peaches every day.

...

The child pursed his lips.

to be honest……

He discovered it.

but……

This is the last peach.

...

The child's expression says it all.

The child's father patted the child on the shoulder.

This kid...

I really want to see that old man again.

...

The child's mother stood up.

She took the peach to the kitchen.

...

Soon, the child's mother came back.

She squatted down and handed the half peach in her hand to the child.

“Eat.”

"Mom has dealt with it."

"These are all good, nothing bad."

...

The child's eyes are wide open.

After a while slowing down, he reached out his hand hesitantly.

He looked at his mother.

...

The child's mother nodded at the child.

Smile.

“Try it.”

"I don't know how it tastes?"

"Don't taste good, throw it away."

...

The child was stunned.

ah……

...

The child took half of the shaped peaches that were washed and cut off.

He stared at Taozi for a while.

Then put the peach into your mouth.

...

Woo...

The child frowned.

...

“Not delicious?”

The child's mother took the peach from the child's hand, "Then she lost it."

...

ah?!

The child subconsciously wanted to get the peaches back.

“…It’s a bit bitter.”

The child's fingers move slightly.
To be continued...