• Yi Yao walked on his way home alone.
• After a while, Yi Yao would let out a violent but very dull sigh from the depths of his chest.
• Actually, it sounded more like a long cry.
• When I was very young, probably in the fourth grade of elementary school.
• Once at a school garden party, Qi Ming and Yi Yao played together in front of a game of fishing for goldfish. When Yi Yao stuck his head out to look at the goldfish in the fish tank, the hairpin on his head suddenly fell into the water. Without saying anything, Qi Ming rolled up his sleeves and reached into the fish tank. After a few strokes at the bottom of the water, he fished out Yi Yao's hairpin.
• It was a cold winter at that time, and Qi Ming's arm was flushed red in the wind when it was pulled out of the water.
• At that time a year ago, he also seemed to put his hand into the water as if nothing had happened. In Wang Yang, who was composed of countless words, he chose such a stone called "vicious" and picked it up and threw it at Yi Yao.
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  linfenghua

  Yaoyao, I'm back.
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  linfenghua

  Why are your eyes red?
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  linfenghua

  Did someone bully you? Tell mom, mom won't let them go.
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  yiyao

  Mom. I'm fine.
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  yiyao

  The cold wind blew on the way back.
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  yiyao

  Now... nothing can hurt me.
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