Story summary: At this time, a dozen children were surrounding a young man with a small trumpet hanging around his waist, walking in circles and singing a song:
He asked Xiao Xi to blow the trumpet. As long as the trumpet sounded, the cries of the family members would be heard.
The whole house was filled with the whining noises of adults, the whining noises of children, and the crying noises.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, ringing in a circle around the field.
I am not afraid that you will not speak up, but I am afraid that if you speak up, your family will start crying.
As long as you cry once, you either don't have a father or you don't have a mother, so you'd better not make any sound.
Xiaobo, blowing
