From the day we were born we slept in the same crib, used the same quilt, wore the same pants, and played with the same toys. We are still classmates in kindergarten, elementary school, high school, and college.
On August 12, 2008, his parents got divorced and they were packing their things. I couldn't see his emotions and just stood by the side calmly. But it was me, my eyes almost swollen from crying, and I kept asking questions.
"Uncle, can you not leave? Why are you leaving?"
"Jiaojiao, I'll come back to see you next time."
I just kept holding on to the corner of his father's clothes, as if I could keep him if I didn't let him go.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
