Many years later, when Xu Jiahe sat cross-legged on the old rocking chair and looked through the diary that Xiao Qiuxin forced him to write when he was a child, he still couldn't help but sigh about his second grade at the time: One night on June 5, 1993, there was heavy rain, lightning and thunder. A loud cry pierced the sky, and in a mysterious country in the far east, a great man was born! His name was - Xu! Jia! He!
Yu Yuan came out of the kitchen and wiped his hands, put his head on his shoulder and looked at the notebook in his hand: "The writing is good."
Xu Jiahe smiled brightly, "It's rare for you to praise me." He turned around and kissed Yu Yuan on the cheek, "I reward you."
Yu Yuan also smiled and kissed his forehead.
Xu Jiahe became even more happy. The rocking chair rocked and rocked. Without paying attention, Xu Jiahe slipped down from the rocking chair.
I woke up from the dream...