"Mom, I'm not called Round Belly."
Du Zhiyuan left the small shop and walked a long way, still tangled about this issue.
Xie Wanning held back a laugh and said, "Of course I know you're not called Round Belly, don't listen to that girl talking nonsense. But how did she know your name? Did you tell her?"
"Of course not, I didn't even talk to her."
"Do you want to talk to her?"
Du Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment and then quietly said, "Yes."
"Then next time be a bit more outgoing and brave. Even if others ignore you, it won't be a loss for you. If she talks to you, then you've made a new friend."
"Okay." Du Zhiyuan nodded obediently.
Xie Wanning looked at her son being so well-behaved, her heart softened, and she held his hand and continued walking forward.
The wind by the seaside carried a faint salty smell, blowing cool on the face, very comfortable.
"Mom." Du Zhiyuan suddenly called again.
"What is it?"
