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Looking at the bus pulling into the station, Xiang Yiwu used his small hand to pull the schoolbag strap of Ouyang Mai, who was still angry. He whispered, "Brother, the car is here."
Ouyang Mai ignored her and fixed his eyes on the parked bus. The door opened. Yi Wu did not move. He still maintained his previous actions, looking sideways and steadily at Ouyang Mai. "Get in the car" Ouyang Mai couldn't help but speak.
Yiwu happily swiped her card and got on the bus. She walked to a young girl and held the handle behind the girl's seat with her hand. Ouyang Mai, who got into the car after him, walked around Yi Wu and walked to the back. His height was just enough to reach the boom in the car.
"Brother, I knew you wouldn't really ignore me." Yi Wu's big eyes almost turned into crescent moons.
"Turn around, don't talk to me, don't turn your head," Ouyang Mai said angrily.
Yiwu's smile disappeared, he whispered, turned around, and mist slowly gathered in his eyes.
Ouyang Mai stood upright behind Yi Wu and slowly stretched out a hand. . . . . Gently holding up the schoolbag that could almost crush her shoulders. I was thinking: Before I get angry in the future, I must ask for my schoolbag first. . . . . .
That year Ouyang Mai was 10 years old and Xiang Yiwu was 8 years old.
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