The boy next door named Qi Sui is the most crying person I have ever seen in my life.
He is simply made of water!
He cried when I climbed over a wall, he cried when I fished for fish, he would raise his head when I went up a tree to dig out a bird's nest, and he would be nervous for me for a long time under the tree with red eyes.
In the spring when I was fifteen, I dug out an old kite and took him to the river beach to fly it. The kite was blown away by the wind and hung on a tall locust tree branch. Before I could say "Go back and paste another one", I turned around and saw him standing under the tree, his eyes filled with water.
I could only comfort him, "Stop crying, I'll give you ten more."
He nodded tactfully, then grabbed my sleeves, his knuckles turning white, and chased me from behind in a muffled voice:
"Sister Zhao'er, don't let me go."
Intention: perseverance