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The stall owner was clever. Seeing Roe, he immediately said with a smile, "Kid, these balloons can be made into various shapes. If you don't like these, I can also make some animal images." Roe opened his big clear eyes and asked innocently, "Can you make the 32 feet of centipede, uncle?"

The boss's mouth was twitching. Is he here for shopping or for smashing? The body of centipede could be made. What's the hell of '32 feet'?

Seeing the boss's embarrassed face, she wanted to smile but held back, "Could you help me make a balloon cap in a goose shape, please?"

Hearing this, the expression on his face immediately looked a lot better, "OK, no problem."

Roe knew that he was naughty, and he spat out his tongue.

Soon a vivid big white goose balloon cap was made. Vivian took it over and half bent over to wear it for him. After looking at it for a few seconds, she nodded with satisfaction and said, "Well, you look more lovely." Roe was sensible, but he was still a child less than four years old. He touched the big white goose on his head with joy. The smile on his face could not be suppressed.

"Mom, would you like to bring one too?"

"No, let's go. Let's feed the pigeons." Vivian paid the money and took Roe to the square to feed the pigeons.

These pigeons were raised in captivity and were not afraid of human. As soon as they went up, many pigeons were flying around and seemed to be begging for food from them.

Roe looked at a large group of pigeons under his feet. The child's nature was exposed at once. He excitedly pulled Vivian to and said, "Mom, look! They are not afraid of me."

"Yes, you're so cute. The pigeons also want to be close to you. You can feed the corn in your hand to them." Vivian looked at his innocent and pure face, and unconsciously showed a touch of doting in her eyes.

Roe nodded again and again, and put his small hand directly into the pigeon food bag. He grabbed a bunch of them and sprinkled them on the ground. The pigeon next to him also flew over and pecked at it, "Mom, look, that pigeon is so fat. Can it fly?" "Which pigeon?"

Vivian looked at Roe's little hand. The corner of her eye twitched. At the first glance, she doubted whether she saw a little hen mixed with pigeons. After a careful look, this big fat guy was really a pigeon.

She answered, "Roe, pigeon also has its own dream, maybe it can fly."

"But it's really fat, just like a little hen." Roe stared at that pigeon which was buried itself in eating crazily, and its mouth still sent the contented cry of cooing all the time.

Seeing such a big fat mutant pigeon, Vivian didn't know how to explain it to him. She coughed a few times and changed the topic and said, "Roe, the little pigeons are very gentle. You can put the pigeon food in your hand and let them fly by to eat it." "Can I?" Roe asked with his big black eyes.

"Well, yes, like this." Vivian poured a little pigeon food on her hand and stretched out her hand. After a while, the pigeons circling in the sky flew towards her, spreading their wings and pecking at her palm.

Roe saw about seven pigeons circling around Vivian's hand. He was so excited. He immediately learned from her. He poured a little pigeon food on his small hand, and stretched his hand as far as possible. But he was afraid of being pecked by pigeons. He put his face to one side and closed his eyes tightly.

After a while, he heard the sound of cooing close to himself, and his hands, which were raised high, wanted to take them back, and were dragged by another big warm hand.

Mother's gentle and delicate voice said in his ear, "Roe, don't be afraid, the little pigeons won't hurt you."

"Well." With his mother, he was not afraid at all. Roe, who had closed his eyes, also summoned up the courage to turn his head and look at them.

The pigeons in the park seemed to have been used to this kind of feeding for a long time. They didn't touch the tender meat of his hand.

Their small hard mouth gently pointed in the palm of his hand with a little bit of heat, Roe couldn't help but giggle, "Mom, it's so itchy."

"Look, they are very gentle." Vivian looked at the innocent smile on Roe's face, her heart also turned into water. She would try to protect his precious innocence.

She would let no one have a chance to hurt him, even if the price was to let herself suffer.

All of a sudden, an anxious "coo" sound rang at Roe's feet.

Vivian looked down with Roe and saw the "little hen" couldn't fly, and the small corn on the ground was eaten by other pigeons. It could only walk around anxiously, as if to say, "Give me some food, please!" Looking at its anxious appearance, they looked at each other with tacit understanding, and the corners of their mouths twitched a few times. They couldn't help laughing.

"Ha-ha, mom, this big fat pigeon is so cute."

"Yes, it's in such a hurry. You can give it something to eat."

"Well, I know, mom." Roe grabbed a lot food from the pigeon food bag, squatted down and spread his small hand in front of the worried big fat pigeon. The big fat pigeon saw the corn on his hand and its eyes shone. It rushed over in a hurry and was deeply afraid of being snatched by others, and then it pecked rice with low head like the chicken and began to eat.

Roe looked at its serious appearance, hesitated for a few seconds, reached out to touch its feathers, but before touching it, the wings of the big fat pigeon shook for a while. Roe shrank his hand back in fear. Seeing this, Vivian couldn't help but encourage him. She whispered, "Roe, don't be afraid. Touch it gently. I don't think it will refuse."

With the support of Vivian, Roe had courage again. Tentatively, he put his hand on its soft feather and touched it. Seeing that it only cared about eating, Roe boldly stretched out his hand to touch his feathers. After a few strokes, the fat pigeon not only had no other reactions, but also made a comfortable "grunt" sound in its throat.

"Mom, look at it. It's so nice and gentle." Roe said in surprise.

Vivian gently looked at him and said, "Well, because Roe is very gentle too."

Roe was a little embarrassed, he looked at Vivian, and touched the feather of this big fat pigeon again and again. He hoped he could take it home.

Then in the park, the big fat pigeon followed Roe closely like a little hen. Vivian sat not far away and watched him happily interact with the little pigeon.

As time went by, people in the park also went back one after another. Vivian looked at the time and asked Roe to go back.000000000☐☐☐☐☐