Chapter 12 011

You, I love you.Laura recalled a scene: the carriage cautiously weaved through the crowd, the men in silk shirts cheered, the wide-brimmed cowboy hats flew, and the escort horses galloped by, hooves kicked up dust along the way.The faint voice of the announcer was lost in the noisy crowd. Suddenly, a horse stumbled.The carriage was thrown out, with its wheels on its back.The people were in a mess, and the horses fell to the ground one after another, forming a heap.Laura's father blindfolded her. Is this what she saw or dreamed? And memories of playgrounds.It was a dizzying, dizzying world: colored lights swirled and balloons fluttered into the night sky.Laura wore a cowboy hat with a plastic whistle attached to it.Her father's outfit was typical cowboy western style: an overly tight waistcoat, an oversized hat, new cowboy boots, just no whistles.Strolling through an amusement park is like walking through a slow-motion pinball machine: chimes, whirring ferris wheels and spinning balls, bell-ringing strength gauges, weight-guessing booths, frozen bananas and Fried naan cakes, lighted aisles and tumbling milk jugs. "Throw a ball and win a big prize! Come and play!"

Because Warren was with friends and Mom didn't like crowds, the only one who took Laura out was Dad. Laura was too young to play seesaw with her father.So she spent most of that evening alone on the merry-go-round or the caterpillar express.Her father stood on the sidelines watching her play.Every time she passed him, he waved to her. When they lined up for mini donuts, Laura walked to the front of the line, and her father took his place in the line.Warm and fluffy, these donuts are dusted with cinnamon and are a go-to for Laura on every trip to Stampede.She looked at the price board carefully, and after careful consideration, she decided to buy a large package.While walking back in a hurry, she bumped into something under her feet. She picked it up and saw that it was a $20 bill.

Laura ran up to her father panting, "Look what I picked up?" Her joy did not last long. "Honey," said Papa, "we can't keep anything that doesn't belong to us." They then walked down the line asking who had lost a $20 bill.Everyone said no.Then they walked up to a group of giggling half-children. "Yes," said one of the boys, "it's mine." As she turned to walk away, she heard their smug laughter. "That's not theirs," she said, pursing her lips. "Maybe not," Dad said, "but certainly not ours."

She couldn't figure out what her father was doing, and it ruined the whole evening.As she reluctantly walks down the aisle lined with coin booths and dart boards, led by her father, she keeps figuring out what she can buy with the lost $20: — A snow globe with a mounted policeman inside —a handkerchief with "Hello, friend!" inlaid with rhinestones ——A beautiful postcard for grandma - a dollop of pink marshmallow ——A drawing board that glows at night ——a teddy bear wearing reading glasses - A plastic piggy bank - A movie ticket to The Matrix -a colorful headband, sparkly lip gloss and neon bracelets

From time to time, these potential purchases passed her.At the same time, she kept an eye out for the gang of bastards who took $20 from her father.But she never saw them again, and perhaps that was just as well.Otherwise, what could she do with them?Can you still follow them like Nancy and Zhu Er in "Girls Detective"?Can you still poke the leader with a finger and teach them a lesson? But Laura wasn't sure if she had truly forgiven her father.In fact, she didn't forgive him in her heart, and she didn't forgive him on the most important point in her opinion.