"Ms. Jiang, this way, this way." Xuanxuan, like a little commander who couldn't swim and wouldn't go into the water, stood on the shore directing Jiang Xiaorou, telling her where he spotted fish.
Jiang Xiaorou, like a headless fly, was directed by Xuanxuan now east, now west, until her head spun with confusion, but she was having so much fun it was like being a child again, when she always looked forward to long vacations so she could go back to her rural hometown.
There was a river in her hometown, and she loved to join the kids there to catch fish in the river, even though she never actually caught any - but it was fun. After her mother passed away, Jiang Xiaorou never went back to her hometown.
"Ms. Jiang, behind you, a really big one behind you, behind you, quick." Xuanxuan was beside himself with excitement, seeing the river full of fish but his aunt catching none, always missing – Xuanxuan wished he could jump in to catch them himself, but he couldn't swim.