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.,When Zhu Ping'an heard that there were still young boys in the village called "Dog Sister" and even "Dog Shit", he suddenly felt a wave of relief after surviving a disaster. Xiao Zhì, Zhì'er, compared to the previous two names, tasted much more bland.,"Phooey, you're only five," Chen lowered her head and looked at her five-year-old son as he said this, a strange feeling of amusement washing over her. Her youngest son, with his energetic and lively nature, was much more spirited than his older brother.。