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On the rug, a little boy about two and a half years old sat quietly, building a block house. After placing a few blocks, he would glance at Lin Wan.,The child, An An, was quiet and didn't speak. But her big eyes clearly showed her joy, and she became even more focused on building her block house.,It's not that I don't want to be kind, but the price of doing good may be too high for me to bear.。