She can always come up with some strange ideas. She will pull me to dress up as a person of the Republic of China and play with weird self-portraits. She will pull up her trousers and slippers and go to the orange garden to catch fish. She will also rub like a boy and climb up the tree and throw oranges on my helpless head under the tree. This? Is this a demon girl? Wonder.

At noon, she ate some snacks under the roadside sun umbrella. She would not publish such nonsense as standard of living. She ate like a hungry ghost and made me laugh. She turned her eyes...