Xiaoxi takes Xiaoping's hand and goes to Chuqing's face. He hands over the first clay figurine, crisscross: "although I haven't seen my brother's mother, I still want to give him a present. It's for his mother."

when she took out the second clay figurine, her voice was not so clear. She even choked: "aunt Chuqing..."

the little girl said only four words in her soft, waxy voice and choked. Tears formed two streams on her white face.

Chuqing holds Xiaoxi in her arms, and feels that her heart is about to melt in their four tears. "Xiaoxi is good. If she doesn't cry, Auntie Chuqing will come back to play...