When I was six years old, my mother, who was a nanny, and I lived in Zhu Huan's home. Half a year later, he popped out of his mother's belly. My mother and I went to the hospital to see him. Through the transparent glass window, I saw him in swaddling clothes, who looked no different from a monkey, and secretly sighed: What will he do when he grows up? And gave him the nickname Sweet Potato. From the age of 12 to 18, because taking care of him could get a large sum of money from his mother to support my life and my mother's life, my youth was completely occupied by him. This year, I finally entered college and left his home. He also went to study abroad. I cheered that night. He was only twelve years old when he left, but he held my hand with great reluctance and said: When your hair reaches your waist, I will come back and marry you. I touched my hair, which was cut short because he always stuck chewing gum on my head, and almost ran out of breath and vomited blood. Besides, who would take children's words seriously? But he still politely bent down and touched his head, smiling happily.
