Wen Ge patted my shoulder and asked, "How about it",—It turns out that a quiet son, when trying to get away from men's trouble, can run faster than a rabbit.,We all have a feeling of being played. 。This child sensed our ill intentions early on, yet remained silent. And with his slow, measured steps, he gave us the illusion that we would always continue like this. 。Then, in a fleeting moment, it vanished. Leaving all our previous efforts to naught. 。The ripple of loss affected everyone. 。I could almost see him standing by the window at home, hiding behind the curtains and sneering at us: a bunch of fools, idiots, morons!。