When he was 4 years old, he came to me in military uniform and said in a low voice: "Ren'er, let's go home."
When he was 10 years old, he stood in front of the sycamore tree in plain clothes with a dazed look on his face. He said, "Ren'er, this is wrong for us."
When I was 16 years old, I ascended the throne, and I told him: "You will never leave me in your life."
When I was 20 years old, I looked at him with a tired look on his face and said, "Don't cry, let you go."