When I was a child, everyone called me grandpa and also called me Gou Ye. I didn't understand what Gou Ye meant.
My grandfather said that he only survived because he walked fast.
I don't know how fast he walks. I only know that he likes to smoke leaves on the base of the earth wall, his eyes narrowed into slits.
I knew he must be thinking back to those days when he could walk like flying.
Now, he said, he was just an old dog.
However, he was once a lively mountain dog.
