It was raining, and Han Le and He Muyao didn't bring umbrellas.
Yin Xiaofei: Ayao stood in the middle, and Happy and I stood on both sides.
Han Le: Da Fei is indeed my good brother.
He Muyao: With you here, I will never need to bring an umbrella.
The sun was scorching in the sky, and only Yin Xiaofei was carrying an umbrella.
Yin Xiaofei: Ayao, give me the umbrella.
He Muyao: Ah Le, give me the umbrella.
Han Le: Xi'er, I'll give you the umbrella.
Ling Xier: Ah Le, let's hold an umbrella together.
It was a rainy day again, and He Muyao always forgot to bring an umbrella.
Han Le: Xi'er, I brought an umbrella. I'll take you home.
Ling Xier: Acheng, do you want to come with us?
Wei Zecheng: No, I have something else to do, you can go first.
Yin Xiaofei: Ayao, I brought an umbrella. Let's go together.
He Muyao: Xiaofei, I want to get wet in the rain.
Yin Xiaofei: Okay, I'll accompany you.
Intention: The pain and itch in the process of growing up