Walk around the United States with the earth in your arms

When you have time, dad will take you there. .biquge

He had heard this sentence many, many times, but how many times had he finally fulfilled it?

Little Sam wanted to tell his father that almost all his classmates had been to the Magic Carnival. He listened to his friends talking about the wonders inside, and felt very envious. His classmates also laughed at him because he had never been to the carnival.

But...even if I say it, what's the use?

"I know, Dad." Little Sam's eyes dimmed and he said obediently, "I'm not going."

Then he shrugged and sighed, "That's the price of being a man."

Peter:? ? ?

Why did my son suddenly say such a thing?

No, you, old man, are you rich this year?

Why do you take life and death so lightly?

"You always have to do things you don't like to do, don't you." The little boy said, looking weathered, "And you have to take on some things you don't want to take on."

"You brat."

Peter laughed and cursed.

But gradually, Peter couldn't laugh anymore.

He still has a project in hand, and he planned to use it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to finish it.

But for some reason, he suddenly didn't want to do it anymore.

"How about dad take you there tomorrow?"

"really?"

Sam was surprised and said: "Dad, will you really take me there?"

"Of course." Peter said, "Tomorrow... eight o'clock in the morning, let's set off on time, how about it?"

"Great!"

Little Sam jumped up and cheered, then threw himself into his father's arms: "Thank you, Dad!"

Peter caught his son and was a little confused.

How long has it been since he hugged his son?

Maybe a trip to the carnival wouldn't be a bad idea.

Peter thought this way, and he didn't seem so annoyed anymore when he heard his son chattering about the grand scenes at the carnival.

Early the next morning, Peter almost overslept.

When his son came to see him, he felt a little regretful and wanted to tell his son that his father would stay and work today. But seeing Sam's expectant eyes, he still struggled to get up, wash up, and go out with his son.

The carnival was crowded with people.

The venue was packed with people in all kinds of fancy clothes. Peter was two years old, and the idea of ​​spending family time with his son was instantly given up. He just wanted to hang out and go back.

But Sam dragged him deeper into the venue with all his strength, as strong as an ox. Peter had to follow his son closely to prevent him from getting lost.

"Dad, look, spit and make bubbles!"

Little Sam pointed to an exhibition area in front and said excitedly, "This is the most popular game! Let's join in!"

What kind of nonsense is this?

Peter had a straight look on his face. "There are too many people. Find another one."

"No. I'm going to play this one. Everyone says it's fun!"

Peter got angry and yelled at little Sam: "Are you obedient?"

Little Sam pouted, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Okay, okay, you can play." Peter rolled his eyes and said, pushing his son to the end of the line and standing aside.

He was still afraid that his son would be lost, so he would line up with his son. But let him play this thing? forget it.

Little Sam stood there silently. Originally he wanted to share the fun with his father, but by now his mood had darkened.

Needless to say, this game is indeed very popular. After waiting in line for half an hour, the father and son advanced to the middle of the queue.

Peter was so bored that he wanted to leave and go home every minute, but he tried his best not to have an attack.

But suddenly, his eyes widened and he looked towards the front of the team.

It was the turn of a young man and woman to play a game. I saw the man drink a cup of rose-red drink, take a breath, then open his mouth and spit out a few wah-wah sounds, and a balloon burst on the wall five or six meters in front of him.

It seemed that the balloons had been blown up more, and there was a burst of admiration from all around. The girl next to the man was even more happy and gave the man a big hug.

"It's just close, Jenny. I will definitely win the first prize diamond pendant for you next time!"

The man said firmly.

The two looked at each other sweetly, then closed their eyes and stuck together.

Suddenly there were whistles all around.

Peter felt a surge of blood from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He didn't even care about his son. He roughly pushed aside the crowd in front, rushed to the front of the line, and pulled the girl into his arms.

"Dad?!" the girl exclaimed, "Why are you here!"

Peter pointed at the boy opposite his daughter Jenny, almost blinding his eyes with his fingers: "Jenny, who is this guy! Where did he come from!"

"This is my boyfriend."

Jenny said dissatisfied, pushed her father away, and stood next to the boy.

"Hey, so you are Peter. I heard Jenny talking about you many times." The boy said to Peter frivolously, with a hint of provocation.

The hippie movement was not popular in the late 1950s and early 1960s, but the way this boy dressed was definitely not dignified, and then he spoke to Peter in this tone. Peter was already well behaved if he didn't get so angry that his orifices bled on the spot.

He said to his daughter in an ultimatum tone: "Jenny, come home with me."

"Why should I go home with you!" Jenny asked, "Are you at home? Do you know what happens at home? Home is a hotel for you, and for mother, it is a monastery. You wish you could make me a nun!"

"I am your father!"

"You are just a coward! You are blind!" Jenny shouted, "You can't even spit out a sound wave! I don't want to go back with you. I want to be with Nick and pursue my own happiness!"

As she spoke, Jenny took the arm of the boy, Nick, and snuggled close to him.

Nick, the greasy-faced man, raised his chin like a winner, scorning Peter.

The string of reason in Peter's mind snapped, and he punched Nick.

Nick was startled and quickly pushed Jenny out, shouting at the same time: "Security! Someone is beating someone! Help!"

The scene suddenly became tense.

Fortunately, security personnel rushed over immediately, grabbed Peter, and controlled the situation at the same time.

"Sorry sir, please don't cause trouble," the security guard said.

"Let me go! I'm doing it for my daughter!"

"Okay... but please restrain yourself. If you hit anyone else again, we'll have to kick you out."

"Okay, I promise I won't hit anyone." Peter gritted his teeth, "I won't hit anyone..."

The security personnel tentatively let go of Peter and watched closely to prevent the situation from escalating.

Peter gritted his teeth.

He literally can't punch anymore. Otherwise, he will be kicked out, and then he will be even less able to protect his daughter.

But Jenny stood in front of Nick, as if Peter dared to touch him, she would fight Peter desperately.

His daughter's words lingered in Peter's mind.

You are blind.

You are a cliché.

You can't even spit out a sonic wave.

He grabbed the drink cup next to the stall and drank it down.