I am a weak person, so I look at it and stop until the child leaves the violin and returns to the uncle's side. I finally feel that my cultivation has achieved a positive result, but I don't want to continue. . . I found out about the uncle's condition, the child's departure, and the uncle's solo dance. . . I am afraid that if I see those, I will not be able to hold back the tears. . . .
The uncle's love for children is deep and self-love. . Because of love, I held the child's hand firmly at the prom; because of love, I used the bloody scarf to remind myself that I didn't take good care of the sunny boy; Will let go and let children find their own happiness; because of love, they would rather let themselves be alone. . . .
A child's love for an uncle is simple and crazy. . Because of love, I will use my own methods to save my uncle from prosecution; because of love, I want exclusive feelings; because of love, I will bravely leave. . .
Friend A said that she hated that the child should hurt the people around him because of his innocence. The child left, but the uncle could not return to his last life. All this was so unfair to the uncle. .
Friend B said that the person the child fell in love with at first sight was such an excellent uncle. He didn't know whether this was lucky or unfortunate for his love career. .
Friend C said the story was a tragedy because the prince did not live happily with the prince in the end. .
I said, life itself is bloody, but it never has a happy ending. . . Love cannot be described as fair. The child loves the uncle. From the first glance, the uncle loves the child in his own way, until he also becomes an excellent comrade. . . In fact, in my opinion, this story has always been a comedy~ Love is the thing that can't stand the wear and tear of life, all kinds of trivial things, all kinds of disturbing emotions, no matter how beautiful things can stand the test. . Life is still so long, why should we get tired of seeing each other slowly? Therefore, the brave choice to leave is also a kind of protection. . .
Closing his eyes, he seemed to vaguely see that a few years later, one night, the uncle was lying on the bed, and the child came back from the door, all tired and looking at each other quietly. When the child is in his arms, everything is so familiar and fitting, as if the child never left, as if all the lonely days were just a dream last night. . . .
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