Her father is a businessman. It is said that actors are ruthless, but businessmen are even more ruthless than actors.
From childhood to adulthood, she rarely saw her father vent his emotions. He was like a machine, operating according to the prescribed procedures.
Knowing no fatigue, no sadness, no love or hate.
Would he shed tears when he knew he was dead? Perhaps not, because tears wouldn't bring her back to life.
Did he love his mother? Perhaps not, it was just a family marriage.
At her age, many people in her circle already have fiancés or fiancées.
He told her to just find someone she liked and not to worry about all those messy things.
He may not be a good husband, but he is a good father.
Most of the essays written in elementary school were about "love". At that time, her definition of "love" was still vague. She only understood that doing something was an expression of "love".
For example, she gave up her seat to the elderly on the bus. She had never taken the bus before, and always received a special car to pick her up.
I wanted to give my parents a back massage, but my mother said it was unnecessary and my father didn't come home.
She gets along well with her classmates, and no matter how she shares her good things, they think she is showing off.
Before I had time to sow the seeds of "love" into the soil, she grew up.
My thoughts gradually matured and I realized that tears would not help the development of things.
But that is an outburst of human emotion, an impulse that cannot be suppressed by reason.
She used to cry for her mother and her puppy, but now she wanted to cry for the lives injured in the war.
The warmth from his hand burned away her tears, leaving a mark on her left cheek.
Before Su Yumo could reach out to wipe it, Stu's hand slid down her shoulder to her cheek.
At this moment, she knew the answer: independence and dependence are not contradictory.
Her independence means her own growth, and her dependence means her growing together with the one she loves.
"Everything will be fine." He held her hand and whispered.
The war is over. No matter whether those people submit to him from the bottom of their hearts or just for show, he will not let this grassland be burned by war before the end of his life.
In modern society, this sentence is despised by many people.
But Su Yumo heard a firmness in Nastu's tone, firmer than a diamond.
Who is Stu? She said she would do it, and in just a dozen days, she became the same person as Abru and the others.
Whatever Nastu does is right.
Ogule was still talking like a puppy to make Sumar laugh, while Sumar was eating biscuits in her mother's arms with a look of disgust on her face.
Abru's shouting could be heard not far away, just like before.
"Let's go and take you to the most beautiful place on this grassland."
"where?"
"Kamisatohara."
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"Hasn't it arrived yet?"
Su Yumo was eating a pancake, and a small face the size of a palm appeared from Nastu's left shoulder.
Every time he lifted and lowered his chin, Nastu's entire right arm suffered from waves of numbness.
After spending a long time with her, some of her unintentional actions could make him fall into depravity.
"It's almost time, why haven't you finished eating yet?"
Su Yumo couldn't help rolling his eyes, and with the index finger of the hand holding the pancake, he poked his cheek.
"What do you mean I haven't finished it yet? It's like I've been eating it for a year or two."
This man really can't talk. No wonder Delia didn't fall in love with him for so many years, and Sudiya was so angry with him that she ran away with Aokete.
Nastu laughed, "My fault, you only ate for half an hour."
Nastu held the reins in one hand and held the fingers stained with food crumbs on his shoulder with the other, trying to extinguish her anger that had not yet ignited.
He pulled them onto the horse before they finished eating their morning biscuits. The horse ran from sunrise to sunset over their heads. Every time they were asked when they would arrive, he would answer that they would be there soon.
He looked exactly the same as he did last night.
Su Yumo pulled out his fingers. He didn't hold it tightly to begin with, so he broke free with a few casual movements. Before leaving, he didn't forget to pat his shoulder.
"Am I counting those hours?" she said unhappily.
"So what are you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about that big idiot Stu."
Nastu smiled, put his right arm over her head, tightened his grip around her waist and put her in front of him.
He put his arms around her waist.
"look."
Look at you big head ghost.
The green stretches as far as the eye can see, and the scenery is no different from the way here.
"Be careful or I'll turn your hair into this color." Su Yumo put the pancake in his hand into the bag around his waist.
"It's not impossible. Green looks so nice."
Nastu shouted "Gee!" and clamped his strong legs around the horse's belly.
The black horse received the order from its master and galloped towards the route it had walked before, as if it was going to meet an old friend it had not seen for many years.
Su Yumo's energy was gradually carried away by the wind.
The longest time she was angry was two hours, when a few boys playing basketball smashed a pot of tomatoes that was part of her biology homework.
The grassland is empty and deserted, the fields are rolling and undulating, with birds and beasts appearing occasionally, one still and the other moving, primitive and free.
No matter how advanced the technology is, it cannot simulate the beauty of nature. They have existed for hundreds or even thousands of years, and have experienced the beating of wind, sand, rain and snow year after year, and they are tough but not lacking in softness.
“Wow.”
Su Yumo couldn't help but sigh, as if he had come to a paradise.
Behind the green grass is the clear lake, which looks like a mirror used by gods in heaven to dress themselves up, and can accommodate more than 100,000 people.
There are a few clouds floating on the mirror, stretching and gathering at times, looking so happy.
Behind the blue are hundreds of flowers, bright yellow, orange, turquoise, lavender, and everything in between.
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