"You don't know that you can't run around with people you don't know." I said to him in a condescending tone. In fact, that's not what I was thinking at all. If he doesn't follow me, can I call him over?
"You are a child. Besides, I know you. I often see you playing here." He looked up at me. He was not taller than me.
"Who told you I'm a child? I'm half a head taller than you."
"Then are you a bad person?"
"Would a bad person tell you that he is a bad person?"
"Oh, then I'm going back."
"Stop, did I let you go back?" I shouted quickly.
"Then you said you can't run around with people you don't know."
"Didn't you just say you knew me?"
"Oh, then why did you call me?"
"Give me what you have in your hand to play with." I pointed to the tank in his hand. It was a very big tank, a very rare one.
He thought for a while.
"How long do you want to think about it?" I was a little impatient.
"Then can you let me play with you."
"No problem, let's go and play with them."
"Yeah, okay." He was kidnapped and ran away by me.
This was also the first time that he was brought into the battlefield by me, and from then on he embarked on the path of no return for a naughty boy.
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