When I was sixteen or seventeen, still rebellious, she would call me "Uncle," and I wasn't happy about it. I'd turn around and yell at her, "Don't call me Uncle anymore! Call me Brother, got it? You're making me sound old!"
"But I think calling you Uncle sounds nicer!" Her little lips would pout, her big jet-black eyes blinking at me, making it hard for me to lose my temper.
"Whatever, just stop following me… I have plans with friends to play basketball!"
"Uncle, can I cheer for you? Everyone else has girls cheering for them, but you don't!"
"You're just a little kid, not like a girl. Don't come, you'll embarrass me."
"Uncle, I'm tired, can you carry me?"
"Uncle, that lady is so pretty, look at her!"
In my memories, her sweet, syrupy voice was like spring flowers, fragrant and lingering in the heart.
On the second day, Huo Yanting walked a little awkwardly. Yesterday, he climbed over a wall to find Lin Banxia and took a fall, completely ruining his aloof image.
