"Violence, rumors, slander, prejudice... Every stroke of these words is dripping with blood. Any one of them is enough to destroy an adult with mature views and the ability to protect himself. But more than a year ago, these words were all pressed on a boy under the age of sixteen. They were like sharp daggers, cutting off pieces of flesh on Su Cheng's body, leaving wounds that were deep enough to see the bones and filled with blood."
"Do you like sunflowers?
Xu Yihe did not answer.
Su Cheng continued talking to himself: "Sunflowers are so good, they always grow towards the sun. "He lowered his head, and there was an ant looking for food on the railing. It was running around and couldn't find its direction on a small pole. He smiled and said, "But as soon as the sun went down, it couldn't find its direction. "
"My child, he was crying even when he was eating and begging for help when he was sleeping. You asked me to pity you, but who will pity my children? "
Purpose: growth, redemption