When Lu Xia was born, Ji Fan was led by his mother to the hospital to see her. He became very interested in Lu Xia on the crib.
The red, monkey-like little guy was his first impression of Lu Xia.
Ji Fan was sleeping soundly on the crib, and the motionless Lu Xia stretched out his index finger to detect her breath. He learned this from the martial arts TV series he watched with his mother during the summer vacation.
"Very good, not dead." Ji Fan thought.
When Lu Xia was one year old, she liked to stick to Ji Fan's side. Ji Fan was quite disgusted with her, so he squatted down, touched Lu Xia's furry head, and said to Lu Xia sincerely, imitating the tone of adults in TV dramas: "Xia Xia, my brother is also a primary school student. It's not good for you to follow me around all day long. After all, there are differences between men and women, and you have drool all over your face, and you have to let me wipe your nose from time to time. I really dislike you."
Lu Xia couldn't understand what Ji Fan was talking about, so he just blinked and squeezed out the few words he had: "Guoguo, Mei... Mei... Citang."
"Okay, I'll get it for you."