Ten-year-old little Mo Tan's eyes lit up: "Little one, let's be good friends for life. I'll protect you." Five-year-old little Ji Yi blinked his big eyes and said in a sweet voice: "Okay, what's your name?"
"My name is... Call me Mo"
"Which Mo?"
"Siren Mo, where are you, little one?" Mo Tan did not say his real name.
"Little One" stomped his feet angrily, "My name is not Little One, I have a name, my name is Ji Yi"
Later they separated and Mo Tan couldn't find him. "Little one, where are you?"
Later, Mo Tan was still searching, and finally found it one day.
He asked his name, and Mo Tan was sad for a moment: "Mo Tan" Ji Yi scratched his head: "My name is Ji Yi"
Intention: If you lose it, I will look for it; if you can't find it, I will keep looking.