You know, sometimes your jokes are really great.

I remember one afternoon. It was the only time A Cheng and I hugged each other. It was Saturday, it was raining cats and dogs outside, and I happened to be on her porch-they had a big porch with screens. We play chess together. I occasionally make fun of her because she always refuses to take the king out of the back row. But I don't make fun of her very much. You must not make fun of Qin too much. I think I really like to make fun of a girl whenever I get a chance, but the funny thing is that I don't want to make fun of those girls in most relationships. Sometimes I think they will be happy after you make fun of them-in fact, I know they will be happy too-but once you get along with them for a long time, you will never make fun of them again, so it is difficult to start.

Well, what I want to tell you is how Jane and I got close to hugging that afternoon. It was raining cats and dogs, and we were all outside on the porch. Suddenly, the drunkard who married her mother came out on the porch and asked Qin if there were any cigarettes at home. I don't know him very well, but from the outside, he seems to be the kind of guy who doesn't care much about people unless he wants something from you. His personality is very annoying.