"Go and make milk for your sister! Useless trash!"
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"I asked you to come back after so long to buy a pack of cigarettes. Where are the cigarettes! Why don't you go get them if you can't buy them! Are you a waste!"
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"Go out and sleep tonight!"
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"If you can't stand it, get divorced!"
The bowl fell to the ground.
"Do you think I don't want to leave?! It's just the right time for me to take Jialang away, so I don't have to leave another burden and an eyesore!"
Debris flew everywhere.
"You don't want anyone else! I can't afford to support a burden!"
The flying debris cut the inconspicuous little boy in the corner of the gate, on his cheek, arms, and calves. The blood came out again and again, and the quarrels broke out and continued.
Burden. These two ordinary words are like an invisible knife, "piercing" the heart in a certain direction.
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I was born to be the foundation for my sister. The name Jialang sounds much better than my Mo Ting...
"Jade as beautiful as beads" - "Dull jade, worthless jade"
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"Come with me, I will take care of you." "From now on, I will be your brother."
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I want to be a singer and write songs that are unique to you.
"What does Ich mag dich mean in your lyrics?"
"You mean well. But I prefer Ich liebe dich."
"Then why don't you write this?"
"I want you to write it to me in your own hand."
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"I learned German and that was the first word I learned."
"What is it?"
"Du bist keine dunkle Jade, du bist der schillerndste goldene Obsidian in meinem Leben."
You are not a dull jade, you are the most dazzling obsidian in my life
Concept: There is no perfect jade, but there is the best brother