Those Years of Bickering with Handsome Guys

Shao Long's dad was a nouveau riche, the extravagantly wealthy kind. The first time he saw the child of his poor relative, Zhang Yuye, she was only eleven. Her figure was still slight and girlish, her two legs so slender they had not an ounce of flesh, and she stood on spindly feet by the great iron gate of the auditorium. Eighteen-year-old Shao Long remembered her. When he got home, he went to great lengths to find out about his young relative. When his young relative turned eighteen, he was twenty-five and about to leave for graduate school in America. After all these years, he recognized her at a glance. It was as if he had never forgotten her. Her voice no longer trembled with the timidity she had shown at eleven. There was even a hint of excitement in it. She looked right at him, her eyes shining, her voice full of admiration. Shao Long knew he liked this girl. She was as sweet as honey. So when he got the chance, he wasted no time in making her his. Afterward, he thought he could never get enough of her. Theme: Youth is a bewildering time, without anyone meaning it to be.