"Brother Yishu, I heard that the red maple trees in the suburbs are in bloom and they are very beautiful. Can we go take a look at the weekend?"
Yishu turned around, gently stroked the top of her hair with his right hand, looked at her expectant eyes, and nodded.
"Okay, we'll go this weekend."
…
"Brother Yishu, don't do this to me."
She held his hand and begged.
He wanted to turn around and hold her, telling her that this was not a good choice, but it was the most correct choice. Finally, he took her hand. Only one sentence is left:
"Nanxun, everyone is well."