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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.,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.,But seeing the child lying straight, motionless after its shaking had stopped, Lin Wan's heart swelled with boundless courage.。