You gently embrace Zhao'er, looking up at the silvery moonlight-cast Moon in the night sky, oh no, Moon.
As if recalling something amusing, you say to Zhao'er, "Actually, Madman's birthday is earlier than mine; he's older than me by over three months. Plus, before we turned seven, this guy was taller than me and always clamored to be the Boss. But none of the kids around listened to him, they all listened to me."
Zhao'er didn't say anything, just quietly listened.
"I remember that night, the moon in the sky was just this big. Madman dragged me out of bed where I was sneakily reading comics, and then pointed to the big moon overhead, saying that whoever could pluck down the moon first would be the Boss."
At this point, you laughed, and Zhao'er laughed too, because she already knew the ending.
But you still said it out loud: "Then, I turned around, ran into the yard and brought out a washbasin filled with water, and then, there was no 'then'."
