Zhengzheng's class teacher shook his head: "Zhengzheng was brought up by his older sister; I heard his parents died in a car accident when he was very young."
"Is that so? How pitiful," another teacher sighed continuously, "But this handsome guy looks a lot like Zhengzheng, don't you think?"
The class teacher thought carefully and suddenly realized: "Yes, I knew he looked familiar, now that you mention it, he does resemble him."
Zhengzheng walked beside Nan Zhan, feeling exceptionally secure in the sight of his tall and upright silhouette.
Tong Da's father came to pick him up; Tong Da received a red flower award today and was praised. His dad was so happy he let him sit on his neck. Tong Da was already chubby, and his father even more so; the two of them stacked together looked like a skewer of candied hawthorns.
Tong Da, sitting on his dad's neck, biting an ice cream, saw Zhengzheng and called out from afar: "Jian Zheng."
Jian Zheng turned his head and waved at him.
