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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.,The child did not react to this, only continuing to build with their blocks, occasionally glancing at Lin Wan's direction, as if she were a confirmed presence.。