Becca is holding a small fork at the moment so that the food is forked into the mouth and eaten, and the food is also forked into the mouth to eat, and the food is very obsessed.
He eats once in a while.
But Ciel looked at the table full of food, but he was in a daze, and sat there for more than half an hour, without eating anything.
"Why don't you eat it" He put down his knife and fork and turned to ask her.
She turned her head to look at him, and at the sight of his face her heart tore madly and ached.
At the thought of tomorrow she would never see him again.
Walked to the room and couldn't see it.
I couldn't see it when I walked to the living room.
I can't see it when I walk to the yard.
You can't see it anywhere, you can't find it.
Since then, he has disappeared from her life without a trace.
Then she wants to cry.
It's really good to think.
But she didn't dare, and she couldn't.
She forced herself to squeeze out a smile, and said with a smile that was more ugly than crying, "There is so much food, I don't even know which one to eat." ” He took her fork, forked her a meatball, and handed it to her mouth.
"Eat this, the last time you said I made something, this is what you want."
When she took a bite, he asked, "Is it delicious?"
"Well, it's delicious."
She nodded, her voice choked up inexplicably.
"Then I'll teach you how to do it."
He paused for a moment, his eyes sad, "Otherwise, one day I'll leave, and it's too difficult for you to find this flavor again." ” "It's not that hard to make this kind of thing, first chop the meat and put it in the blender."
"Where are you going?"
She still cried uncontrollably.
He paused and was silent for a few moments before speaking, "Go where you want me to go." ” "What" "Tomorrow I went to the port of Selenya to inspect the works and forgot" She nodded with red eyes and looked down at her empty plate.
"Silly girl."
At night.
Becca was sitting at his own small desk in the living room of his bedroom, looking down and drawing on a drawing book with a yellow crayon.
"What are you drawing?"
He walked up to his daughter, rubbed the back of her head with his hand, looked down at her, and asked lovingly.
"Daddy" Becca was overjoyed to find out that it was her father.
She dropped her paintbrush like a little madman, and then she put her arms around his father's waist, buried her face in his stomach, looked up, and watched her father giggle and laugh, kicking and kicking as he went, and looked like a little madman.
I like my dad so much.
Super liked. oo haha She looked at her father and laughed stupidly for a while before she stopped this crazy little smile, put down her little hand, then turned around and picked up the drawing paper on the table, raised her head and looked at her father innocently.
"Dad, I'm painting a flower crown, I'm going to give this flower crown to my dad as a gift when he comes back, so that dad will forget about work fatigue and will be very happy."
"Ahh Becca raised her little hand to cover her mouth, a look of regret.
Oops.
She actually told her father the content of the gift she gave to her father when she came back.
Wouldn't it be a surprise for Dad to receive the continuation in that way?
What to do?
The daughter's words were like ink sprinkled on the ground, and the sad emotions slowly spread in the bottom of his heart, along every inch of blood on his body.
He picked up his little daughter and let her stand on the desk, looking at her daughter who was holding a piece of drawing paper and thinking of a way.
At that moment, he, who had always been strong, had tears in his eyes.
In this life.
He didn't have anything to reluctant.
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