"Oh!" Daohe simply responded without stopping his hands.
"Who gave you your name? My name was given to me by my mother."
"My master took it."
"Your name sounds weird, not as nice as mine, but it's also quite special."
"oh!"
"How old are you?"
"Six."
"I'm five, no, I'm six now. I'm the same age as you."
"Then I'm seven."
"How old are you?" Zhang Xinyue was a little dissatisfied, feeling that Daohe was just being perfunctory with her.
Michiwa said, "Last year it was six, but now it's seven. Isn't it the same for you?"
Zhang Xinyue thought that was the case, so she stopped caring about it. She asked again, "Have you always lived in the mountains?"
"Um!"
"What about your parents? Don't you miss them?"
"I don't have any parents."
"How come you don't have parents? Where did your parents go?" Zhang Xinyue looked surprised.
"I don't know. My master picked me up." Daohe said in a calm tone, as if he was talking about an ordinary thing.
Zhang Xinyue stopped talking for a moment and stared at Daohe with eyes wide open, her eyes full of sympathy. She felt that Daohe was so pitiful and must be very lonely without his parents around.
Daohe looked up at Zhang Xinyue, saw the look in her eyes, then lowered his head and continued to draw the talisman, "You don't have to feel sorry for me."
Then, he pointed at Daoxu and said, "He has no parents either."
He pointed at the fat Taoist priest and said, "Brother Daochen doesn't have one either. Most of the fellow disciples in the Taoist temple don't have parents."
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