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“Dad, do you want the phone number of that long-legged lady?” “Which long-legged lady?” “The really pretty one by the fountain with long legs. If I get her number for you, will you buy me an ice cream?” Before Huang Guolun could answer, his little foodie son, Huang Tao, was already licking his lips and running off to ask for the lady’s number. A few minutes later, Huang Guolun’s phone rang. The caller was an unfamiliar number. As soon as he picked up, a voice asked, “Are you Huang Tao’s father? Your son is lost in the park…”
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"Actually, I've started wanting to change myself too. But who can help me close my eyes so I won't see you? I want to forget you—before autumn arrives, I won't think of you anymore. Autumn, please don't come, autumn, please don't come, I haven't forgotten you yet..."
On a pleasantly cool autumn weekend, Guolun Huang once again took his son, Tao Huang, to sing and bask in the sun at Zhongshan Park. Sitting on the lawn, playing his guitar, Guolun lost himself in a heartfelt rendition of "Don't Let Autumn Come."
Tao Huang, only four years old, was the most mischievous little chubby boy in his kindergarten. Listening to his father's restrained, emotional singing, Tao blinked his big, innocent eyes and asked, "Old Huang, are you missing my mom again?"
"Who are you calling Old Huang?" Guolun shot a glance at Tao, putting on his fatherly authority to scold him.
"Grandma said my mom went on a mission to Mars and won't be coming back, so you should stop thinking about her. The thing you should focus on now is finding me a new mom. Grandma said that if I help you find me a new mom, she'll buy me five ice cream cones every day—five!"
He waved his chubby little hand in front of Guolun, showing off; for Tao, having five ice cream cones a day was the greatest happiness imaginable.
"Eat, eat, eat, that's all you think about. You're about to turn into a ball, and you still want more," Guolun laughed, tapping Tao's plump, greedy
