"Wow, you are so fierce, no man will want you when you grow up!" An eight-year-old boy said with a look of disgust.
"Why am I so mean? You are so mean. Your whole family is so mean! Humph!" The pink and tender little girl turned her head away angrily.
The little boy walked up to the little girl with a reluctant look on his face and said, "Oh, don't worry. If you really can't get married in the future, I will suffer a little loss and marry you."
"You want to die, but I still feel at a loss!" The little girl waved her fists and chased the little boy across the yard.
I was only seven years old that year. During the cherry blossom season, the little boy's family immigrated to the United States, and I was picked up by my grandfather in Australia.
I remember when we separated, we were still having trouble. He said, "You have to be gentler in the future, otherwise you will really not be able to get married. I'm not with you, so maybe no one will marry you."
Of course, I replied to him not to be outdone, "Thank you for your kindness. I hope you can marry a good girl in the future!"
Ten years have passed so quickly, and I have returned to the place where I was born. I wonder if I will meet the little boy from back then by such a coincidence.
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