"Haihai! Let's play ball!" The little girl said happily, holding his hand. "No, Xiaoxiao told me to wait for him." ... "Xiaohai, are you going to eat? The ice cream is going to melt?" The mother rubbed his head. "Mom, this is Xiaoxiao's favorite flavor. Give it to him." ... "Oh wow! Mom, Muhai, hit me!" A bunch of beaten and crying boys, probably seven or eight years old, sat on the ground and cried loudly, trying to attract the attention of adults. The boy held the choking child in his arms, wondering if this was a beating to make them remember! He held it in his hand for fear of falling, and held it in his mouth for fear of melting. How dare they cause trouble! ... "Muhai! Let's go! It's time to go to work!" Push push push... "No." Hold the person tightly.