My name is Feng, and in my memory, there is a woman with a short skirt and a beautiful face who always appears in front of my bed at night, calling out 'Wind! ''Wind! ' 'My wind! '
At night after I turned five, I could no longer hear the passionate whisper.
From then on, only two people appeared in my life, a nanny, I called her Nanny Feng, she was really good to me.
She always said: "My poor young lady, what will you do when you grow up?"
I don't understand what it means, I don't understand.
Why do you call me miss? What does the lady do? For……
