When Shen Yijian was five years old, she looked at a newborn child and found it extremely ugly. He stretched out his hand and touched the child's face. It felt soft and waxy, like a little bun. The child also stretched out his hand, as if he understood what he meant.
When she was ten years old, Shen Yijian was in primary school. When she came home from school one day, she saw the child's parents leading her to the house as soon as she arrived.
When he was fifteen years old, he came back from school and saw a child playing and running with a little boy next door. The scene he least expected to see happened. A "wow" sound. Deafening. Shen Yijian hurriedly ran to the child, picked it up and left
Intention: sound
The author's father is so good at it