Winter in Busan came earlier than usual. The sea breeze blew past my ears, but the children in every household ran around happily and played hide and seek as if they were not afraid of the cold wind.
Not far away, a little girl who was wrapped up like a ball pulled up her down jacket in disgust, and said to the boy opposite with a look of envy and jealousy: "Xiao Guozi, why are you wearing so little? It's all because my mom made me wear so much. I don't even look good! Really!" The boy smiled and touched her soothingly. The girl turned her head and said helplessly: "Ayan, my name is Tian Junguo, not Xiao Guozi, how many times have I told you!" The boy paused and then said: "And aunt, I asked you to wear more clothes to prevent you from catching a cold. Besides, your small body can't compare with mine. It's not like you don't know how you feel when you catch a cold"...
When we meet again, you have become a dazzling star on the stage, and I have become a well-known blogger on the Internet. Both of us have lost our original youthfulness...