xiangfenglingI let Daoist Song and Daoist Xingchen recognize each other, are you angry?
I try my best to communicate with the children.
He lowered his head and rubbed the blood on his hands hard. His skin was already red, but he still did not lighten his strength.
Such a persistent person.
xiangfenglingCan you tell me why?
He suddenly raised his head, stared at me with clean eyes, and after a while, nodded slightly.
After he said something cold, there was no following.
Hate a person, slaughter him all over the house.
Blind him and take anger at others.
Daoist Priest Song and Daoist Priest Xingchen are also pitiful, and getting into trouble with this little friend is really a blood mold that has been down for eight lifetimes.
xueyangDo you think I'm being unreasonable?
He smiled, his eyebrows curved, and his teeth pointed. This smile is like living in the sun, the lovely young man with vigor and vigor.
I tell the truth.
xueyangLet me tell you a story.
Usually the protagonist of this kind of story is the storyteller himself.
xueyangWhen I was young, I was often tricked into delivering letters by a family.
His letter was delivered, and the people of that family maliciously deceived him and teased him.
He was often beaten for no reason.
For a candy, he mustered up the courage to approach the carriage they were in, from which they threw him, and the carriage ran over his hand.
The bones of his left hand were all shattered, and his little finger was crushed into blood mud.
After listening, I was silent.
It turns out that the character of the child is closely related to his experience.
When he was a child, he knew what despair was and what cruelty was.
He has seen the darkest side of human nature since he was a child, and he has suffered unbearable suffering from ordinary people since he was a child. No wonder he no longer lives in the sun.
xueyangWhen I was a child, I thought that when I developed in the future, I must carry an endless amount of sugar with me.
xueyangThis story, I told Xiao Xingchen, so he put a candy by my bed every day.
Don't look at me eagerly, this king is now destitute.
He looked at me expectantly, a little serious and childish in his eyes.
I'm not sure either. Now I am also living in a daze, and the days pass by without hope and meaning.
xueyangSeniors are not allowed to go back!
He replied decisively, for fear that I would go back on it. Sure enough, he is a person who loves sweetness like life.
Promised, every morning, put a candy by the bed.
Not promised, with you forever.
It's just that when I'm there, I'll put sugar by your bedside.
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