[Net King] Pilgrim

"The Diary of Weibu" Fragment

Name: EchizenMiho

Age: 7 and a half years old

School class: Youth Terrace No. [-] Primary School, Group A of the second year

[December 4, sunny]

First day of school.

When I got up in the morning, my mother went out early because of a temporary job, so the task of combing my hair fell on my father.

When my mother told him to comb my hair before going out, he seemed to be stumped.

It's not too late for me to get up, and my mother often asks me to get up earlier, saying that in case of any "emergencies", there is no need to worry about time.

As a result, I encountered an "emergency" on the first day of school, and all the ample time I set aside in advance when I woke up early was spent on combing my hair.

It took my dad a long time to comb my hair. Not only did I not have the princess braids my mom used to make for me, but I was almost late...

[December 4, sunny]

My mother measured my height last night and found that I had grown two centimeters, and this morning she took me to the mall to buy new clothes and bought me my favorite model car.

When I went home to tidy up my closet, my mother helped me sort out a lot of clothes to be eliminated, "There are still a lot of old clothes..."

Dad leaned against the door and said, "Otherwise, donate these clothes."

"What is that for?" I looked at them suspiciously.

"It's just giving some old clothes that can be reused to charity organizations, which can help many people in need and is also very environmentally friendly." Dad tried to explain it to me in a simple way.

And I understood.

Of course I am very happy to be able to help others, so I took out several clothes from the closet and wanted to donate more.

Seeing this, my mother laughed, "You can still wear these, so keep them for now. If you donate them, do your best, don't force yourself."

Tomorrow, my mother will take me to donate clothes. I am happy and curious. I don’t know who I can help...

[March 5, cloudy]

The school held a sports meeting today, and my parents came to see me. I participated in the sprint, won No.1 in the grade group, and received a prize.

However, some students said that because my father is a famous athlete and I am talented, I was able to win the award.

I'm a little bit lost. In fact, I didn't think about whether I have talent. On the contrary, I always think that I got No.1 because I practice running every day.

Later, I told my dad about this matter, and my dad told me seriously and patiently that there are many talented people, but not everyone can make achievements in the end-"Weibu, you are talented, but you can get No. .1, largely because of your efforts, so don't doubt yourself, you deserve this award."

[December 7, sunny]

On the weekend, Rina's elder sister from Nanako's aunt's family came to my house to play, and I took her to see the potted plants placed under the corridor.

I bought those with my parents. I pointed to several foliage plants and introduced them one by one: "That is Milan, next to it is crabapple, further there is pothos, and mint grass..."

Not only that, in addition to flowers and plants, my mother and I also planted tomatoes and cucumbers in the yard last month, and the fruits have grown in recent days, too many to count, and the fruits we planted can be eaten on the table every day. Sent a lot of fresh melons and fruits to Sister Rina.

Sister Rina listened carefully and praised me for being able to recognize these plants. She looked in the direction of the small garden and suddenly said, "Did you plant those flowers too?"

"Flowers?" I looked along suspiciously.

I was pleasantly surprised to find that the gardenias that my parents and I planted before have already bloomed, and there are clusters of flawless snow-white flowers in the garden...

[December 7, sunny]

Dad was invited to participate in a public welfare tennis match. I have never seen his official game since I was a child, and I have been so happy that I can't sleep since last week.

The day of the game was so blue, my mother and I were sitting in the front row, and there were countless spectators cheering and screaming.

It was only then that I realized that I was not the only one who was happy that my father would participate in this competition.

Compared with those spectators, I don't know much about the game, but this does not affect the degree of shock it brought me, maybe because I saw my father standing on the tennis court that I had never seen before, or maybe because Because of the warm atmosphere at the scene, I couldn't help but feel from the bottom of my heart that such a grand enough scene, no matter how many years it takes, I will never forget it.

Mom was staring at the court with a smile on her lips, and there was something in her eyes that I didn't quite understand.I looked at her, then at my dad on the court, curious about their story for the first time.

I couldn't help tugging at her sleeve lightly: "Mom, you are with dad, who confessed first?"

My mother was obviously a little surprised by my question, but she also told me with a frank smile that it was my father who said it first.

To be honest, this was a bit unexpected to me, because in my impression, Dad didn't seem like someone who was good at confession. For a moment, I even wondered, would he have messed up that confession?

"Then, Mom, do you like Dad because you watched his game?"

"No." Mom smiled, "Before watching his game, I already liked him——Why do you think so, Weibu?"

"Because Dad looks very handsome playing tennis, so he is easy to attract people." I said with a bright smile.

Mom also laughed, "Well, that's true." After a pause, he said: "But that's only one of the reasons. Besides playing tennis well, he also has many other advantages."

I nod.Dad always encouraged me gently, and pointed out my mistakes sternly. Although he combed my hair badly, once I saw him learning to braid my hair with my mother, with a depressed but serious expression.

Later, my mother said to me: "Your father regards me as a guinea pig."

I suddenly wanted to know what my father and mother said when they confessed. After the game, I asked my father. He thought about it for a long time, and finally told me... that he didn’t remember? !

...Did he really screw up that confession?

[December 8, sunny]

I've been able to see mum news on tv a lot this week because of a recent new musical where she co-wrote the songs as a music producer - I was surprised when I first saw her on tv , or my father explained to me.

Even the classmates around me are discussing the songs in the play, and the most popular one is called "Wait and See".

Before going to bed last night, when my father was telling me a bedtime story, I raised my head and asked him: "Dad, we should have videos of my mother's previous performances at home. I want to watch them."

"Yes, there are. I'll look for them tomorrow..." He seemed a little puzzled, and asked me again, how did I guess there were these at home.

"Because my mother showed me the video of your game before, so my mother's video will also be there." I came to a conclusion based on this.

Ever since I watched my father's live game, I always wanted to watch it again. Later, my mother found a lot of videos of my father's previous games.

"...When did you watch it? Why don't I know?"

"Of course when Dad is not at home."

"..."

I said with a smile that I want to go to the theater to watch the musical that my mother participated in composing on the weekend.

Dad tucked in the quilt for me and said yes, after my mother is done working these days, we will go to see it together on weekends.

I smiled so hard that I rolled my eyes, thinking that I would have a good night's sleep, and looking forward to the weekend coming soon.

In my limited cognition, my parents are famous and outstanding public figures. I regard them as my role models, and I have also thought about whether I should be like them when I grow up.

I lay on the bed and hugged my "little yellow man", and told my father that I also want to be a very good person like him and my mother in the future.

Dad dimmed the lamp, closed the book, and said to me, "It's fine to be great, but you don't have to be me, or mom, or anyone else, you just have to be yourself... ..."

I was about to fall asleep in a daze, as if I nodded, and then remembered to ask my father, what does Wait and See mean.

It seems that I heard my father say that it is to wait and see.

[December 8, sunny]

On my 8th birthday, I received a very special gift, which was a birthday cake made by my mother.

In the past, every year for my birthday, my parents would take me to the cake shop to buy, but today my mother actually made a cake by herself. When I saw the mango fresh milk cake on the table, I even covered my mouth in surprise and was very happy .

The crispy mango pieces are served with white cream. The style is simple and the taste is very good. Although it is not as delicate as the one in the cake shop, it does not affect my love for it at all.

"Do you like Weibu?" Mom asked.

"Well! Thank you mom!" I smiled contentedly, eating the soft cake, and suddenly thought of asking: "Mom, when did you learn to make dim sum? Didn't you say you can't do this before, and I have never seen you did."

Dad sat across the table, a little sabotagingly, and said, "Do you know how much bread flour and cream your mother wasted for this cake?"

Mom probably thought I didn't see it, but I knew she was under the table after Dad said that and gave him a little kick with her foot.

Then there was an imperceptible smile on Dad's mouth.

When they were cleaning the dishes after dinner, I overheard them talking, and my mother said, "Can you save me some face, as I said, I will eat all those ugly cakes..."

Dad didn't take it seriously, and replied: "The ones that can't be eaten, you have to drag me into the water again."

……

On my birthday this year, the wish I made before blowing out the candles is that our family can always live happily and happily like this...

In spring, summer, autumn and winter, we must be together.

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