I remember it was the summer vacation of 2007. In order to apply for undergraduate degree from the University of New Zealand, I began to prepare for my internship experience. At that time, I was in China and my family found connections and arranged for me to go to a small village in Sichuan to teach in the small village of Bashu, China. At first, we took a van and then took a rolling car to cross the mountains and rivers until the next afternoon. Everyone was exhausted and just arrived in the village. The village chief, Uncle Zhang, and his son, picked us up with a name named Gou Daner (the pronunciation of Sichuan dialect is inaccurate), and arranged food.Uncle Zhang used the excuse that I was too young to take care of me, so he asked me to live with his son and his son to live with him. In fact, his relatives greeted him before, saying that he wanted to take care of me. After all, I was the youngest among them, only 17 years old, and the same age as his son. From then on, I played and worked together every day. Dog Daner rarely went to the provincial capital, and his father didn't let him go out to work. On the contrary, I often traveled at home and abroad. We slept every night and we talked nonsense. After that, my relationship with this Dog Daner became more and more serious.