Song Yan said: Sunflowers are born towards the sun. Yujiao, you are like my sun, but I am not a sunflower, I am a coward.
Yu Jiao carelessly teased the flowers full of melon seeds: Song Yan, you are the sun, I want to revolve around you.
There are no catkins blown up by the wind, only sunflowers leaning towards the sun.
Yu Jiao was a middle school boy whose score in the college entrance examination was one point lower than Song Yan's. He stayed by Song Yan's side obediently, hoping that one day Song Yan would tell him: Dad, you are so awesome!
But this man was shameless and couldn't stop talking when he couldn't stand it. At that time, he obviously couldn't stand it and kept calling his brother again and again.
Concept: From a hunter, the poor little hunted person