Li Yican went on an outing with his family. Somehow, he got separated from them.
As if guided by some strange force, he wandered into a peculiar little Western-style house, where he played with mud on the stairs.
The mud stained the spotless stairs.
Then a pretty little boy cracked open a door and peered out at Li Yican.
The two boys, about the same age, stared wide-eyed at each other.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Li Yican."
"My name is Jian Xiu. Nice to meet you."
Less than a minute later, they were hurling clumps of mud at each other.
They were having a great time until a woman's startled cry shattered their cozy little playtime.
Li Yican saw the woman grab little Jian Xiu and slap him across the face.
Then she slammed the door shut.
He was so scared that he cried.
Years later, when they talked about it, Jian Xiu laughed and said that Li Yican had cried so loudly back then, he could hear him all the way up on the third floor.
Li Yican: ???
(Who do you think I was crying for?)
