Sometimes I ask Gu Lianghuan: "How big do you think the world is?"
After hearing this, he shook his head silently and asked me: "How old do you think you are?"
"I'm five years old."
"You hairless fool."
I was so angry that my eyebrows knitted together, "Why are you swearing?"
In fact, what Gu Lianghuan said was right. From now on, I was just a hairless fool at that time, but Gu Lianghuan was not. He was like a white flower growing in the mud, half in the soil and half in the wind. He never looked down because there was only smelly mud under him.
When I was young, to put it simply, when I was five years old, I met Gu Lianghuan on a humid afternoon. The air was humid and the white clouds were slippery in the sky, not yet dry.
Wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and worn-out jeans, he stood wetly in front of me, with red eyes and vicious words from his withered lips: "You little brat, get out of here."
I was so frightened that I cried and hurriedly wiped my nose and tears and ran away.
The neighbor's aunt said that Gu Lianghuan was a wild child without a father. She didn't like studying and always got into fights. She liked to bully children the most, so she told me to stay away from Gu Lianghuan.
So I stayed far away from him, about five or six meters away, and said: "Hey——"
"My name is Chang——Zhi——Qiu"
"What's your name?"
Gu Lianghuan ignored me, and just kept his eyes red, his lips moving slightly, and his body trembling slightly.
After a while, he said: "My name is Gu Lianghuan."
Intention: Never forget the original intention
