You Finally Fell into My Hands

[I heard that every bad-tempered planet needs a dedicated astronaut to land gently on it. Eight years old. Xi Yuan huddled in the corner of the slide and cried. "Stop crying." A wrinkled fruit candy appeared in front of him. The purple packaging is glucose. The sun was on the back of Zhong Xian's head. Xi Yuan couldn't see his face clearly. He could only hear him saying: "Eat something sweet, and the sadness will be less." On this day, Xi Yuan felt that Zhong Xian didn't seem to be that annoying. Twenty-seven years old. This time Xi Yuan found Zhong Xian hiding at the end of the alley. "Don't be afraid." Xi Yuan comforted him softly, like comforting an injured puppy. She tore off the band-aid in her hand, with cute cartoon grapes printed on it. Zhong Xian stared at the grape pattern for three seconds, and his eyes suddenly became wet. "Let's go home with me." Zhong Xian looked at that hand, how he wanted to hold it. A male subordinate's call came from the alley. Just as Xi Yuan was about to respond, his wrist was held tightly. Under the eaves on a rainy day, Zhong Xian's wet fox eyes held prayers. He said hoarsely: "Don't go, Qiqi." "Please." Reading guide: 1. Little Sun vs. Damp Man. 2. Let's start from the time we met when we were seven years old. 3. 1V1, slow daily life, micro group portrait. Purpose: The journey of life is not only about the present but also about the future