"When will mom pick me up?" She thought while holding the soil.
...
"Mom, can you hear me?" She imitated what the teacher taught her, holding a phone in her little hand and putting it to her ear: "Mom, mom, are you there? I miss you!"
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"Save, save my mother!!! Mom!!!" She hugged herself tightly and lay on the ground crying.
...
"I hope my mother can bring me a little pudding when she comes, but she always doesn't buy it for me." She said aggrievedly, "If she doesn't buy it for me, then I... I... I also want to go back with her."
"She is my mother. I love her."
The young man put her on the small slope and squeezed her little hand full of cracks: "Well, I will tell your mother when I get out."
"You won't forget, right?"
"No."
"You must be sure, don't forget."
"..." The young man didn't answer for a long time.
She suddenly panicked and grabbed his hand: "You can't go back on your word!"
The young man came back to his senses, and his hands, which were no longer white, returned to hold her with relief.
He looked seriously into those small black eyes and said word by word: "I will definitely do it, and I will never forget it."
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I will never forget that lost bird.
Intention: It's not so unreasonable to kill the Nine Tribes. . . . . .
