According to Lin Chebai, he met me on an evening when the sun was setting. I made him thoroughly understand what it meant to be intentional about falling flowers, ruthless flowing water, and what the lower limit of IQ was.
I recalled the day he mentioned it and said angrily: "I only remember that my mother called me a fool when I got home that day."
I don't know if it was my imagination, but Lin Chebai's ears turned a little red and he said, "Well, our mother."