On the west side of the village stood a high hill, from which one could see most of the village. On top of the hill stood a tigerish boy of about five or six years old, gazing at the village with emotion.,After running down the slope, Zhu Ping'an stopped and looked down. He saw a small piece of noodles lying on the ground, fluttering in the wind.,This is unbearable! When I get back, I must fight for the right not to wear crotchless pants.。