"Hey, where are you from, kid?"
"I'm not a child, go away."
"This is my home, why should I walk away? You kid is so rude."
The little boy looked at the place he was in. He was indeed unfamiliar.
The girl looked at the boy and smiled sweetly at him: "How about you come home with me?"
Many years later, the man held the woman's hand and whispered softly: "How about you come home with me?" "Okay."
