West Lake, pavilion in the middle of the lake.

"I'll buy a few oranges. You'll be here, don't walk around." After saying that, dad patted the child's head.

"I remember correctly, do we have a whistle at home? We'd brought it if we knew it. If you lost it, you'd whistle and I'll find you. It's okay if you don't. Take it with you, and I'll come back soon, dad." Dad walked towards the distance without looking back.

The father's back disappeared among the tourists in front of the child. The father was determined to walk with wine and a cigarette in his hand.

My dad is very busy and can't go home late every day.

The most common thing the child hears his father's voice is on his mother's phone, and after finally resting, they can only quarrel.

Arguing and then throwing things, packing and making up.

...

Five years ago: "What is this Dad? Whistle?"

Four years ago: "Do I come and play with me if I blow it?"

Three years ago: "Others have dads who help with four-wheel drive."

Two years ago: "Did you promise me to go to the playground last year?"

A year ago: "I scored 100 points in the final exam. Dad, can you take me out for a day?"

This year: "Dad, mom said that if you don't come back after working overtime, you will divorce you. What is divorce?"

...

"Is this good? Dad and wait to take you to West Lake and go out to play? Then a customer happened to live there, so I left for a short while. Ten minutes? Don't tell your mother."

The father left and said he was buying oranges. But he could no longer see the figure. The child turned his head and looked at the lake in a daze.

...

Five years ago: "Are you annoying? Dad has a meeting tonight. Don't blow this whistle, give it to me. Don't cry. I'll give it to you when I come back, okay?"

Four years ago: "What whistle? Is it in the car? What's the use of that thing? Don't bother Dad about work."

Three years ago: "What's fun about four-wheel drive? If you have time, buy you the kind of ship model that can move. Is it good to go to West Lake to play?"

Two years ago: "What's so fun about the amusement park? Didn't you buy a boat model for you? I'll accompany you when this project is over, but before that, how did you get your first grade scores? You don't have any of these, but you don't have any of them."

A year ago: "What are you playing? Didn't you see my mother quarreling with me? Go back to your room and get divorced. You and your mother can play whatever you want."

Today: "I took Xiao Yi out to play, and I have reflected on it. Didn't you always say that the child is so old and I haven't taken it out to play? Just today, I don't have to prepare dinner for us."

...

The child thought of something and took off his small schoolbag. There was a remote-controlled ship model in the schoolbag.

"Children over there, what are you doing? Just you, please give in to the tourists." The urban management officer ran quickly.

"It has been confiscated, and the water surface activities need to be registered at the Water Management Office. This kind of remote control toy cannot be placed in West Lake casually. Where are your parents?" The urban management appeared beside the child at this time.

"Dad!" The child cried in the pavilion and was particularly sad, remembering what he had put his index finger and thumb into his mouth and kept blowing.

But no sound was made, and the urban management touched the child's head: "What are you doing? What are you blowing? Whistle? Don't worry, I'm not a bad person."

The child cried even louder, and the urban management officer had no choice but to take the child away from Huxinting: "We will go to the radio station to broadcast you. Your dad isn't it? Your dad will come back to find you soon."

...

Dad frowned and sighed, and returned to Huxin Pavilion with the gift he wanted to give.

The father, who had not given a gift, shook his head, looked around but found that what was missing?

"Son! Where are you?"

At this time, a radio came from my father's ears: "Dad Luqiao, please come to the radio station. Your son is waiting for you at the radio station. Luqiao's father heard it and asked..."

Dad pulled the child and kept bent down and bowing.

Turning around and walking back with the child, he walked all the way to the front of the car.

In the cab and co-pilot, Dad punched the child on the head.

"The more I think about it, the more angry I get!"

"Why did your mother say you don't know? You didn't pass the exam after the first grade! How could I give birth to such a useless son?"

"Will you still cause trouble for me when you are such a big person? You are still playing with a remote control boat? Are you still young?"

"Will someone who is that big still be lost?"

"When I was so old..."

After starting the car, my father stood there in a daze and saw the pendant hanging on the rearview mirror.

Dad took off the pendant from the rearview mirror and looked at it. It was a whistle.

...

"You blew the whistle around your neck hard and drove the birds away. In this way, the fish will belong to us, and the harvest will be good!"

"Don't fall, my dad will take you home. If my dad doesn't see you, you will snatch it to the water and blow the whistle!"

"This net fish hits ashore and you will have a book to read."

"I will get lost when I read a book. It's all my fault that I kept you on the boat when I was a child."

"What? When you make a fortune in the future, you have to buy a fishing boat for your dad? Remote-controlled? Automatic? Your high-tech thing, dad doesn't understand. Dad will wait for you to make a fortune in the future."

"It's okay if the exam is not good. My dad teaches you net fish. Let's exchange fish for oranges now. How many do you want?"

"Ye'er, what do you mean that you don't like boats? Your classmate said I'm a stinky fish seller? You said you're all fishy?"

"My dad sold the boat and we will live in this brick house today. Dad will go to the town tomorrow. They said that the factory can make money by making bottles. It can cost 500 yuan a month, so we can buy whatever we want."

"Why are you still keeping this whistle?"

"What? Have I said it? I will know where you are when you blow it? Yes? So you remember everything that happened early? I said that my son is smart, so I won't lose it."

...

Dad held the flute and smiled: "Son, Dad wants to listen to you playing the flute."

The co-pilot's child grabbed the whistle, and the child grabbed the whistle, wiped the tears, took a deep breath and blew it down hard.
Chapter completed!