I still remember that when I opened my eyes that morning, the humanoid creature with a face that looked like shit was called Ruhua.
Ruhua Ruhua, gorgeous Ruhua, such a name full of praise, I thought I was happy, until the humanoid creature with a mouth that looked like it had eaten shit said to a pot of bare withered hay: Ruhua, do you know why you are called Ruhua?
I said: Because I am beautiful?
He shook his head.
I asked: Why?
He sighed and said: When I spent three cents to buy this grass, I asked, where to spend it?
I said: Where?
He was silent for a while, as if recalling some painful memory, and said: In the five-cent coin compartment on the cabinet...
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