... The playful brother finally lost his life. On the day of mourning, the house was full of people. Du Zhen had passed the right to sleep soundly in her mother's arms like her brother, so she had to squeeze in the middle. She couldn't seem too calm in this sad and depressing atmosphere, so she had no choice but to cry through the gaps in the crowd, imitating the crying of her grandparents and father. On that day, Du Zhen received the only praise he had ever received for his hard work at his brother's funeral, even though he was sent to his grandmother's house a few miles away from home in the morning dew the next morning...
——"Group of two!"
——"Teacher, let's work in groups of three. If Li Hao is cheating, one more person should supervise him."
——"How stingy!"
——"Brother Oatmeal??"