Xiaoyueya doesn't laugh anymore. She runs up to him and holds him up. She comforts him. "My brother is good, my sister doesn't laugh at you, and my sister hurts you..."

my fourth brother tears into a smile, babbling and babbling. I don't know what I want to express.

Butong and Li Jingchen smiled at each other and hugged each other happily.

the old man, who was sitting by, was playing LEGO with his heart and was not moved by everything around him.

"Wengu," Butong called his name gently, "mom wants to hug you. Would you like to come to mom?"

she always thinks that the third child is too...