"Well, stop making wild guesses and never mind how I know! Anyway, I know about it."
Gong Fan's method of communication with him was a secret. He wouldn't tell even his mother! It was a secret that belonged only to them.
"Is Uncle here?"
"Yes, on the second-floor balcony. Why?"
Youyou said, "Go back to your room! I need to discuss something with him." As he said this, the boy headed for the second floor.
When he got to the second floor, he ran into Gong Jie, who was about to go downstairs. When the man saw the boy, he studied him for a moment until he recognized him as Youyou and not Gong Fan. Then he tried to greet him. "You're Youyou?"
"Uh huh." The boy's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "You're smart, Uncle. You recognized me."
"He doesn't smile the way you do." Gong Jie paused before correcting himself. "He doesn't smile much."
"Is that so."
