After Xia Feng left, there was only a little rabbit in the living room. After eating watermelon, she stared down at the wastebasket under the table for a long time, and then looked left and right around no one, carefully putting the sealed watermelon juice. Wet love letters were picked up.

That night, the bunny did not ask the Cheng Zhiyan family to let her orange juice brother play with her, but went home early.

Mother Bunny watched with some novelty as she sat across from her to eat, and couldn't help but ask, "Why, don't you eat with your orange juice brother today?"

"Um." Rabbit nodded, holding a spoon in his hand. After pulling the rice chop in his bowl three or two times, he sat in a chair and said to his mother: "Mom, I have a question and want ask you."

"What's the problem?" Mother Bunny asked casually while eating.

"What is a love letter?"

"Love letter?" Mother Bunny stopped her gestures, looked up at her daughter, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Where do you know this kind of thing, love letter ... Well, it's a letter , The person who wrote the letter wrote what he wanted to say to his favorite person, and the letter was called a love letter. "

"Oh ..." Bunny nodded indifferently.

"Why? Don't tell me that there are already little boys in your kindergarten writing love letters to you." Mother Bunny looked at her with amusement.

"No." Rabbit shook his head, jumped out of the chair, ran back to his room, and mysteriously took a letter and walked to his mother and said: "Brother Feng said, this is someone else giving orange juice Brother's love letter. "

Mother Bunny lowered her head and looked at the envelope in the bunny ’s hand, um ... I do n’t know where the little guy picked it up. The handwriting on the envelope seems to be a little illegible, but vaguely. It can be recognized that the words "Cheng Zhiyan" are written.

"Rabbit, it's very impolite to take other people's things casually." Mother Bunny frowned and said gravely to her: "Hurry back to your brother with orange juice."

"But he lost it." Bunny stared at his mother with a sullen expression.

"Why do you pick it up?"

"I just want to know what a love letter is."

"Even if someone's letter is lost, you can't open it." Mother Bunny took the envelope in Rabbit's hand, tore the letter in front of her, and threw it into the trash. "This is someone else's privacy."

"What is privacy?"

"It's a secret."

"but……"

"No, but." The mother bunny squatted down, holding her rabbit's shoulders with both hands, and looked at her eyes seriously, "You, and your orange juice brother, you are still young, what do many things mean, actually you I do n’t understand. I ’m just imitating an adult ’s behavior, but no matter what, other people ’s things ca n’t be taken, even if they are lost. ”

"Oh ..." Bunny nodded with some grievances.

"Good." Mother Bunny felt her furry head, stood up and sat down at the table to continue eating.

Little rabbit snorted, stunned for a long time, and then ran into her mother's, and asked with anticipation: "Mom, can I write a love letter to my brother?"

"You?" Mother Bunny looked at her with amusement and couldn't help asking: "Can you write?"