Come on Daddy!

Grandpa was in a maze, not knowing who Arya was talking about.

He looked back at Rose and Doris not far behind him and thought it might have something to do with them. After all, he had lived in the country for so many years and had never seen anyone from an urban city come to see him.

Rose stood still, paler than before.

When she heard Arya's description, she thought the man might be Bright.

Did he really come here? Did he come to see her?

If he had come looking for her, why hadn't he knocked at the door? Or did he feel regret to come here, so he went away again?

Countless questions flooded in Rose's mind, making she feel upset.

"He is very young, and prettier than anyone in our village." Arya smiled happily, as if the man was her guest.

"We really didn't have any visitors. You might find the wrong place." continued Grandfather.

"Mr. Wilfred, don't hide it." Arya said as she peered in the house, "I just want to know if he got married or not. My daughter Ciara hasn't had a boyfriend. Could you fix her up?"

Doris let go of Rose's hand, ran up to Arya and asked, "The man you are talking about should be my father. That's his wife. I'm his daughter. Is your daughter going to marry him? Then she would be a mistress. The reputation is bad here, isn't it?"

Doris gave a barrage of criticism, which made Arya speechless. It was such a humiliation to be scolded by a child.

"He... He might not be your father. He might be some relative of the Young family." Arya looked for other excuses, "and children can't recognize every man for dad. That's not good."

Arya meant more than she said. It meant that if every man was your father, then you mother could be every man's wife.

Although Doris could not understand what he meant, but grandpa's face was gloomy. He said in a very displeasing way, "Arya, you are not welcome here, please go away."

grandpa impolitely shut the door

respond and always hit

discontentedly, "What's so proud about? It is just some relative from

back. When

I don't care about it." Rose followed

down at a square table in

took the meat from the belly of the fish and put it in Doris's bowl. The meat was free of thorns, which was suitable for children, and they would

to Rose, "Have some more fish. The fish in my pond tastes

and her daughter put some

Doris out for a walk down the

when they went out. Standing at the window, his

looked at Rose, but he did not dare to go forward. He

clenched the window edge, the palm was cut by the window edge

to face Rose. He didn't have the

for a walk for half an hour, and then they got home. When the door closed, he could see

of course, did not know that someone was

to collect the things that had been hung out to dry. After chatting for a while, she took

at Doris and reading her daughter a bedtime story, while Doris lay flat with her panda doll in her

down, held Doris in her

she listened to the

you

Dad again." Doris pouted her pink little mouth. "Mom, don't you miss Dad at

tears welling up in her eyes as Doris

her upset in the heart and closed her eyes

must miss us, too. Your cell phone is broken and Dad can't call us. He's going to be very anxious. I think we should call Dad." Doris said