When I was little, I loved shooting games. It’s probably a boy thing. My mom thought it was dangerous, so Lao Yang would secretly take me to the children’s park to play. When he saw I couldn’t win a prize, he’d step in and try himself. If he failed too, our only consolation was going together to eat cheap starch sausages from a street vendor. Buying flowers and carrying wine are the carefree matters of youth; today, the mood is simply not the same.