He waved from the next door: "Good boy, come here."
"No! I'm afraid of death."
He stepped on the railing and looked at her condescendingly: "Then I'll come over, don't be angry."
"I want to be angry!" His long legs were tightly hugged by the little bun. "She is the big woman I like. Daddy, don't compete with me."
She was just a woman who was abandoned by her groom on the spot. She didn't want to come back five years later with her son, and a handsome father and son next door would play tricks and make trouble with her every day.
She thought: Should she move again?
