The Return of the Go

When I was ten years old, my mother died unexpectedly.,In Hangzhou, during the days he relied on his uncle, he met a neighbor kid. He was a kind and generous child, willing to share snacks with him and toys, unlike other kids who mocked him for being a wild child.,Gu Jingze's anger flared up, shooting straight to the top of his head. "Tomorrow, come with me to Hangzhou."。