Chapter 1104

"Where's mom, dad?" A little bit of curiosity asked.

Since he could remember, he had no idea what a mother was.

Someone said to him:

mom is the man who made him with his father. He is his daughter-in-law.

When his bird grows up, he and his daughter-in-law can make beautiful little people.

Gu's eyes sank for a moment, faintly, flowing through the sadness.

"She practices in a seclusion in a paradise, and when she succeeds, she will come back." Gu Ting said softly, continue to feed little bit.

Xiaodian took a sip of his face and asked, "will you be immortal after practice?"

Gu did not answer.

He didn't want the children to think that Huo Wei had become a fairy, which was similar to the meaning of death.

He firmly believes that his little dance is still alive.

Look smaller. Dad doesn't answer.

The four year old children have a strong thirst for knowledge and rich imagination and association.

"Dad, Dad, what does Birdman mean? Birdmen can fly as well as fairies, right? "

"Birdman is a curse. Immortals are mythical. There are no immortals in this world." Gu Ting explained patiently.

"Isn't it Birdman that the bird gave birth to?" Little bit was confused, "birds and life come out, it is Birdman. I have a bird. I'm still a man. Am I a birdman

Gu Ting slightly raised his eyebrows. This question is really not easy to answer.

Su Xiaomao comes in with the instant noodles. She just hears Xiaodian's questions.

She smiles. "Of course you're not a birdman."

Little spot saw Su kitten come, immediately happy smile, "Dad, Dad, your noodles come, you go to eat, let the cat feed, and, Dad, mom is not here, don't be sad, I and cat will be filial to you, and will have a lot of birdmen."

Su Xiaomao:

Gu Tiao Ting wrung his eyebrows, put the bowl on the chair, touched his little head, "don't talk nonsense, Dad, it's enough to have your filial piety."

Su Xiaomao put the bowl on the tea table and walked towards the small spot, "Birdman has wings? Does little dot have wings

"Then I am not a birdman?" I don't understand.

"The person with wings will know when he goes to school. Come on, eat noodles and go to bed early after eating. Then he will get better." Su Xiaomao takes up the bowl and feeds the little one.

Gu Tingting has a look at Su Xiaomao.

He was really hungry, and took a bite of Su Xiaomao's noodles.

He pauses, his hands shaking with chopsticks.

Taste has memory.

The simplest example is that when you see bayberry, you will feel sour in your mouth.

Taste is the last thing to forget.

The taste of this noodle is almost the same as that of the little dance.

I remember a time when he broke up with Xiaowu.

The little dance taught the cook how to make noodles.

The first year the little dance disappeared.

He missed her so much that he let the cook cook noodles.

Methods, steps, are in accordance with the small dance said to do, but, always did not make the taste of noodles he wanted to eat.

Gu's eyes were misty and misty, and the fog gathered more and more, hiding in his deep eyes.

"Who taught you how to make noodles?" Gu Ting asked in a deep voice and ate noodles in a low voice.

He looks as calm as water, but in fact, he has a rough heart.

"Next, just put the messy things together and cook them. Do you still need to be taught?" Su Xiaomao thinks his question is very strange.

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