When I was a child, my family lived in the suburbs south of Taipei. In the distant mountains, a stream of Xindian meanders through our village. At that time, the market was a crooked old street, and all the businesses nearby gathered here to do business. It can be said that it had a considerable scale. I was born there, and it was my childhood. At that time, the national government had only moved to Taiwan for more than ten years, and there was still a tense atmosphere in the political and military fields. Taiwan’s economy has not yet taken off, and the people’s customs are still quite simple. Everyone in the neighborhood lives next to each other, and most of them take care of each other. We all know the houses on the street and the shops at the end of the street. What’s more, almost all the children in this area are studying in the same primary school, and there is also a layer of “classmate” friendship between them.