My name is Liu Jun. I'm at least the head of construction for a Taiwanese factory in a coastal city. A forty-year-old man, with no wife or family around, who would call me this Besides, this nickname, it was only used when I was twelve or thirteen years old..." 。After entering junior high school, no one else besides my family elders had ever visited. 。I must have misheard. 。I just feel dizzy and sleepy. 。"Xiao Jun, get up quickly, you're going to be late..." This time, not only that, but a big hand kept pushing me ... 。,"Xiao Jun, eat quickly, finish eating and then go to school." 。Grandma was talking and reached into her bag, pulling out a yellowish cotton bookbag. 。I nodded in agreement, peeled off the burnt shell of the roasted sweet potato, and took a big bite. 。Well, I haven't had roasted sweet potatoes in ages. 。It's really good! 。In my memory, 1976 was a year of extreme scarcity. Not just for children, but for adults too, breakfast might just be one or two baked sweet potatoes. 。It seems like this roasted sweet potato is my breakfast and lunch for the entire morning, I guess I have to keep munching on it.,The clear water reflected a youthful and pretty face, which bore a resemblance to my son when he was seven or eight years old. 。Everyone says my son and I look very similar when we were young. It seems I'm definitely back. 。。