When he was six years old, Xiaolong asked his grandfather: "Where are mom and dad?"
Grandpa said: "When you grow up, you can go home."
Later, my grandfather left, and so did my brother. A young man named Zhao Xing fell from the sky, holding a foxtail grass in his mouth, and said to him: "I will accompany you in the future."
He has met murderous robbers and bad guys kneeling down begging for mercy;
He has eaten the rice soup that Sister Cuihua "fished out again and again", and worn the brand-new cotton-padded jacket she gave him;
He had seen a fairy named Wanying squatting on the ground and drawing stick figures - two large and one small, holding hands.
Someone asked him: "You are so young, why do you want to become stronger?"
He said: "I want to go home."
This is not a story about a kid saving the world.
This is the story of a child who slowly grows up on his way home.
Purpose: Through a six-year-old child's journey "home", it shows the warmth and warmth of the world, the value of growth and the glimmer of goodwill. It's not a cool article, it's an emotional flow.