"Mother, the leaves of this tree are red, why hasn't Brother Yao shown up yet?"
Yes, the maple leaves are red and slowly falling in the sky. Ruier will keep asking this question at this time of year. Her eyes change from surprise to longing to fear...
"It must be soon. Besides, don't you still have me? Why are you thinking about him? Huh!" A innocent little boy with a tough head said pretending to be angry.
"How could it be, Brother Hao, you are handsome and graceful, how could I not miss you all the time?" The little girl said with a smile, her eyes wide open.