"Uncle Hu, don't you remember me?" Song Chuchu smiled. "Song Chuyi from class six."
"Oh, oh, oh, it's you." The old uncle thought hard and suddenly stared wide-eyed at him. "It has been more than a decade. Right, you've grown so big already. I really wouldn't be able to tell if you hadn't told me."
Song Chuyi's smile froze. The old uncle didn't realize and continued to say with a grin, "I've been on duty for so many years and have never seen such a bold and mischievous student like you. While everyone was in class, you would dare to climb the school gates right in front of me and I couldn't even stop you. You climbed the gate in the morning, afternoon and even at night. And then there was your brother. He was so protective of you. Every time you climbed the school gate, he would apologize to me profusely and plead with me to not tell on you to the discipline master. I remember there was one time I caught you smoking in the field, you rascal."