The warm and soft in my heart, just the right comfort patch, was accidentally melted, and the corners of my eyes were wet.
He really is a domineering little boss.
When he said quietly, I didn't even know anyone really loved me. The people around him are all transactional, and his mother is not loving him, so he is so lonely. Sober loneliness.
So the company of girls is so rare. She walks with him, she listens to him play the cello, she cares about his camping, she feels sorry for her troublesome boyfriend, she respects and remembers his vegetarian principles.
The little boy also warmed her with his little sun heart. The food she took to eat, the morning she made for her, the accompanying her to see her seriously ill father, the recognition of her dream, the gift of musical instruments.
He said, we've only known each other for a few weeks, why does it seem like we've known each other for a lifetime?
Because they treat each other seriously and listen carefully, don't care about gain and loss, don't hide and seek and guess, just simply treat each other with sincerity, and then it's like meeting another self, so caring and warm.
I really want to have a brother or son like this :).
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