My mother smiled and patted my back, "If I hadn't had you two, I'd never need to worry this much."
I held her hand and looked into her face that still glowed with youthful radiance, and I asked seriously, "Mom, how long will you keep looking after me?"
She thought seriously for a moment, "How long did George H. W. Bush look after George W. Bush? How long did Jiang Jieshi look after Jiang Jingguo? A lifetime of guarding."
I let go of her hand, "How long did Mao Zedong look after Mao Anying?"
She looked at me.
"He looked after him until he died."
I said and then went upstairs.
I came across someone online whom I hadn't seen in a long time, "I just don't believe I can't register."
She said, "I'm changing my name."
"What to?"
"Let Pear Kong Rong."
"Why?"
"To change luck."
"Bad luck recently?"
"Yes, the new book response is mediocre. How about you? I think I offended you last time."
"What last time? I've long forgotten. Recently, I'm doing okay."
