"Ranran, your parents took your brother away, why didn't they take you away? Do you think they don't want you anymore?" Aunt Wang joked.
Mo Ran was already used to the villagers' rhetoric. After all, the first half of the sentence was true, but he didn't know whether the second half was true or false.
"You, Aunt Wang, are here every day to coax our family..."
The days flew by quietly, and it was summer vacation in a blink of an eye. It was another afternoon, and the sun was so poisonous that it seemed to set the wheat straw on fire. Eleven-year-old Mo Ran came to the sluice alone and walked down the steps step by step, as if he wanted to explore the mystery of the water. One step at a time, he was getting closer and closer. Mo Ran was about to find out the truth. She seemed to see her father, mother, younger brothers, sisters, grandparents... Many people, and finally she saw her eldest brother...
A twenty-two-year-old boy has been waiting to get to know, fall in love with, and stay with her when she was ten years old.
Intention: I just want to be with you and have gray hair on my temples