"yes, what's the matter, Ma?"

"what's the matter? Do you know that most people in our village can hear it. I think you're playing and sliding down the slope in the future?"

"ha ha, no, because I was so happy to run to the top of the mountain, I called twice." Qingfeng said, scratching his head with his hand. Qingfeng's mother also put it down, and continued: "you are 12 years old this year, and you are so playful. OK, it's OK. Go back to the house and have a meal. It's almost cold." Finish saying to lead the breeze to go home. On the way, the mother asked Qingfeng,...