"The joy of youth must be firmly grasped in your hands. Maybe if you are careless, you will have to spend seven or eight years chasing it." Xie shook the fan in his hand and said with a helpless smile.
"Huh? Then brother, are you blaming me?" A certain glutinous rice dumpling put his hands on his hips and pouted.
"No, no, no ancestor! Blame me, blame me"
"Well, that's pretty much it!"
Purpose: Old friends should hold children's hands tightly to prevent them from getting lost.