Xin was seventeen years old when he met Cheng. Become six years old. A full ten years difference.
He gave him his hand. Hello, my name is Xin. Xin said, looking down at the little boy squatting on the ground. I'm your new neighbor. The bright spring sunshine was flowing everywhere, and Xin Wen's voice sounded faintly.
The boy didn't answer or raise his head.
What are you talking about?
Caterpillar. The boy's voice came muffled. A cold childish voice. He raised his hand and showed Xin the two sections of the insect.
Xin took a step back, you...
The boy raised his head suddenly, laughed, threw away the bug in his hand, and stretched out his pale hand towards Xin. I called it. Xin held Cheng's pale and cold hand, his head covered with sweat.