I was six when Lian-ge showed me his first bike. It was a two-wheeled red bicycle. The height was just right for his age. He rode it in a complete ease.
I remembered when he cycled around me twice with a big smile on his face.
He had been very proud then when he told me he got it from his parents for placing first at the final exam. He told me it was all his hard work that granted him that cool ride.
I could tell he was very satisfied from the way he repeated that sentence more than five times already.
"I got this because of my hard work," he had said.
And all the while, I had only nodded in appreciation as my eyes were transfixed at that brand new bike of his.
I think that had been the first time when I noticed how tall he was and that he had a good posture. His straight back and his refined manner.
As I watched him, all I could think of at that time was a prince on his white horse. A silly imagination of a six-years-old girl.
