When Haoming came back from school, he cried intermittently in his room. I didn't know how to persuade this younger brother who never ignored me but was tugging on my sleeve at this moment. ?
? When the news that my father fell into the water and died while saving others was first reported, people outside, both familiar and unknown, often gathered in front of his portrait to praise his father for his heroic act of sacrificing his life to save others. Haoming hid in his room, crying and complaining that his father had died because of his meddling in other people's business. I was busy dealing with various matters, so I only dealt with them with scribbled comforts.