Everything in the world is interesting only when heard from other people's mouths. One person sees it, says it from his mouth, passes it to another person, and then passes it from another mouth... The more such links, the better. The more, the more confusing and strange some things become.
What I am about to write below is entirely commissioned by a friend. He was in very poor health. He had lived for more than 20 years and it seemed that he had never traveled far away. No, he had only heard of it once. He went to another place for the national examination a few years ago. I don't know how he did in the exam (probably he failed). When he returned home, he became obsessed with collecting anecdotes and strange things in the city and countryside, and vowed to compile a collection. He knew that I also had a life change a few years ago - I went to travel abroad. After I came back, he would always write to me urging me to write something.
At this moment, I was at my desk, spinning my pen and thinking hard for a while. My mobile phone and computer are not around. Only the letter you sent me last year is in the drawer on the right. Fortunately, there is a piece of red letter paper in it. I'll use it to record the story, I hope you won't be offended.
Intention: Watermelon for watermelon's sake?