"I think of my mother." Ding Yiyi pointed to the moon and turned his head and laughed sadly. "Look, my mother lives so far away. It's hard to meet her."

Ye Nianmo was silent for a moment and said, "Don't laugh, it's uglier than crying." Ding Yiyi raised the corner of his mouth and dropped it.

Ye Nianmo stood up, put his hand in front of Ding Yiyi, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't you think you're going to give your aunt a dance because you're dressed so beautifully today?"

Did Ding Yi get rid? He grabbed Ye Nian-mo's hand and stood up. Ye Nian-mo's hand slid naturally across Ding...