chapter 80 remember

The pitter patter.

The rain, drop by drop, formed a line, forming a water curtain one by one.

Umbrellas are like blooming flowers, so beautiful.

The little boy stood on the walkway outside the classroom and looked at the flowers.

He looked and looked and waited, until all the students in the classroom were gone.

"Daker Laurier, where are your parents?" The Chinese teacher came up.

The little boy just shook his head and said nothing.

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