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"Hey, are they here?" The fisherman was very surprised. He hurriedly ignited the dilapidated oil lamp and rushed forward to lick it. Sure enough, the small heads with two pale yellow hairs were close together and curled up between the five children. They slept so peacefully that they didn't know that the people who loved them the most had left, they became orphans.

The fisherman's hanging heart was put down, and his mouth showed a smile. "Look at how sweet they are, they must be dreaming. They are so cute."

Sanna stared at the fisherman silently and shed two tears.

"What's wrong, Sanna, how are you crying?" The fisherman turned back and asked in amazement "What happened?"

"No," Sanna whispered. "I just can't bear to see you so hard. Our family would have been difficult enough. Now I have two children who are not related to us, me, I..." Sanna cried I can't speak.

"Reassure, we will always smash the past. For so many years, what kind of winds and rains have we not seen in our family? Now that we have two more children, we can certainly stick to it!" The fisherman patted his wife's shoulder and comforted him with a long heart. Road.

"Well, okay. But how do you tell them about it? It's too cruel to them, they can't afford it!" Sanna didn't completely let go.

"Yeah, how do you say to them? They are so small..." The fisherman sighed long.

In the room, only the sound of the sea breeze was left, and the two fell silent.

Sanna kept thinking about her mind while filling the net.

"Forget it, wait until they grow up and say it, it's already late, let's go to sleep." The fisherman broke the deadlock.

So, Sanna blows out the oil lamp. The two were lying on the bed, but they couldn't sleep. Until the day was bright, the two talents fell asleep with their hearts and minds.

Sixth grade: love flying out of the window