C396 Mom I'm Not a Stinky Foot

Liu Jiayan hugged his knees as he leaned against the headboard, looking out at the withering grape leaves. His mind shook as he actually saw a familiar portrait that was hidden deep within his bones.

His father stood on his old tricycle, green or green or blue, on tiptoe, one foot on the bike, the other propped against the east wall of the West Room, cutting grapes.

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