Lao Gong is a crybaby

"I don't want to play with Sang Ran! Mom said he was born to a bad woman!"

"I don't want to play with him either, we all have toys and he doesn't!"

"Yes! Mom said he would steal our toys!"

In an old residential area in Guanzhou, five or six children gathered around one side, speaking out disgusting words in front of a child standing alone on the other side.

Sang Ran had a bulging red face, tears were rolling in his eyes, he wrinkled his little nose, trying not to let the tears fall out.

He yelled: "I don't want to play with you!" With an angry young voice mixed with endless grievances, he turned and ran out of the community and onto the street.

For a while, he raised his face and cried loudly, and for a while, he inhaled softly and wiped away the tears with his hands. This cycle went on and on, and he walked to a bustling neighborhood he didn't know before he knew it.

Maybe he was tired from walking, he hugged his knees and sat on the ground helplessly leaning against the window of the supermarket.

With wet eyes exposed, he looked helplessly at the crowd coming and going with laughter.

Those children were either hugged or led by adults, with either toys or snacks in their hands, which made him envious.

He wants it too, but he knows his family is poor and his mother can't buy it for him.

"Xiao Ze, wait for Dad to answer the phone first." The man led the child and stood beside the entrance of the supermarket, and Sang Ran was only five or six steps away from them.

Children always love to look around in search of novel things, and he is the same. When his curious eyes stopped on the child curled up in a small ball, he never moved away.

Of course, Tan Wenche also noticed the child and his son's curious eyes. While talking on the phone, he was expecting Ozawa's reaction.

The young Tan Minze looked down at the rogue rabbit doll in his arms, then at the poor child, finally broke free from his father's hand, and walked to Sang Ran's side with small steps.

Sang Ran raised her chubby face to look at him, "Who are you?"

He was about to answer, but he suddenly remembered what his father said that he should not talk to strangers casually, let alone tell others the names of himself and his family and where he lived, so he just kept his mouth shut and did not say a word.

Sang Ran only thought he was a weird person, and turned her head and buried her heart between her knees.

Tan Minze reluctantly looked at the doll a few more times, and finally resolutely raised the doll to Sang Ran's eyes.

"For me?" Sang Ran looked at him again unexpectedly.

I saw Tan Minze nodded heavily, and his little hand was about to move, but he still didn't dare to take it. He didn't know this person well, so he couldn't take other people's things casually.

After Tan Wenche hung up the phone, he walked towards the two of them. He squatted beside Tan Minze and asked in a gentle tone, "Is Xiaoze going to give the rabbit to this kid?"

Seeing his father by his side, he finally dared to speak, "Yes! He is so pitiful, I don't want him to cry anymore." The immature face and somewhat milky voice actually carried a sense of righteousness and awe.

Sang Ran was surprised, "Can you talk?"

Tan Minze nodded, and handed the doll up again, "This is for you, don't cry anymore."

Sang Ran looked at Tan Wenche timidly, as if asking him if he could accept it.

Tan Wenche smiled and touched his head, "Take it."

He finally happily took over the first toy in his life. He stood up holding the doll, raised his crying face and smiled, "Thank you uncle and..." He looked at Tan Minze, not knowing what to call it for a while. he.

He simply said, "Thank you."

Tan Minze told him solemnly, "You have to call me brother."

Sang Ran was at a loss: "Why?"

Tan Wenche looked at his son interestingly, what new tricks will he come up with this time?

"Only the elder brother will give the younger brother something, and I am taller than you, so I am your elder brother now."

Tan Wenche couldn't laugh or cry, he confirmed that he had never taught him this kind of truth, so when he wanted someone to give him something, would he call other people's brothers and sisters because he had this idea?

In fact, his main point is to emphasize that he is taller than others...

Sang Ran nodded in a daze, and said in a childish voice, "Thank you brother."

Tan Minze patted his head like a little adult, and praised him, "You're so good."

"Where are your parents?"

Sang Ran lowered her head again and felt wronged, "I ran out by myself."

Hearing what he said, Tan Minze tugged on Tan Wenche's sleeve, "Father, shall we take my brother home? Otherwise, he will be taken away by bad guys."

"it is good."

Tan Minze happily extended his hand to Sang Ran, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

"En!" Sang Ran carefully held that soft and warm little hand.

On Guanzhou Street, Sang Ran couldn't help sighing as he looked at the impressive tall buildings at the corner across the street.

Tan Minze held his hand and squeezed it hard, "What's wrong?"

Sang Ran hooked the corners of her lips, and said maliciously: "It's nothing, I suddenly remembered my first love."

"First love?" Tan Minze was hit hard, "Am I not your first love?"

Sang Ran shook her head innocently, "No."

Tan Minze stopped talking, pursed his mouth and was unhappy. For so many years, he always thought that he was the first person with Sang Ran, but he didn't expect that there was someone before him. Although the past should not be brooding, let alone That was before they met.

But he just couldn't help being sad.

"Just kidding." Sang Ran bumped his arm with a smile, "I just remembered being bullied by a group of little kids when I was a child, and ran to the street to hide my sadness. There was a little brother who I didn't know who was about the same age as me I was so happy that I actually gave me my own toy, I always remember this very clearly."

He pouted towards the opposite side, "It's just across the street. At that time, it was still a supermarket, and I sat outside. Thinking about it, I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. I wonder how he is doing now."

Tan Minze's eyes widened, and the past that had been dusty in his mind for a long time suddenly came to the fore, so that child is Sang Ran?

Seeing his shocked expression, he was puzzled, "It's not a big deal, why are you so shocked?"

"Sang Ran!" Tan Minze hugged him excitedly, "I gave it to you! That rabbit doll was given to you by me!" He wished he could hold Sang Ran in circles, it turned out that he and Sang Ran had such a deep fate, It was as if they were destined to be together, and this wonderful bond of fate made him so happy that he couldn't be more happy.

Now it's Sang Ran's turn to petrify, and he muttered with distracted eyes: "Disillusioned..."

In fact, the joy in his heart was even greater. It turned out that he hadn't missed it. Such a lovely Ozawa had met him in real life.

Knowing that he said that on purpose, Tan Minze was not discouraged at all, and slapped him hard on the face, "I really want to marry you."

The surprised eyes of the people around did not affect the two people showing their affection on the street.

Sang Ran smiled brightly, and became the most charming scenery under the gorgeous neon lights on the street corner, "Rings, marriage proposals, everything is indispensable."

Tan Minze bowed his head and kissed his forehead affectionately, and solemnly promised: "There will be nothing less."

The crowds coming and going concealed them, and the sound of sirens one after another overshadowed their determination.

They are just two ordinary individuals among hundreds of millions of beings. Their small love is not worth mentioning, but it is enough to contribute a piece of warmth to this too hasty society.

At least among the people passing by in a hurry, there will be some people who will take a second look curiously, and then smile knowingly:

very nice.