This is a remote mountain village called Little Yang Village in the northeast, surrounded by mountains on all sides. In spring and summer, the hills are covered in flowers, and in autumn, fruit trees laden with wild fruit turn the entire slope red. Most people in this small village have the surname Yang, and for hundreds of years, it has been this peaceful and serene. The villagers are simple, honest, and content with the world. Although life is tight, they live happily.
One summer, the river in the village—more than ten meters wide, running from east to west—suddenly churned, and a bald head popped up. He looked about eleven or twelve years old, with a thin, dark face that was innocent yet tinged with a hint of mischief. His eyes, in particular, were large and bright, full of spirit. But as they darted around restlessly, they revealed the boy's crafty nature.
When he spotted a young woman in her twenties, wearing extremely short shorts, passing by on a path not far away, his eyes lit up, and a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Anyone who saw his smile would feel a sense of warmth—a feeling that came from deep within.
“Yang Meili？” he muttered, then swam to the shore, put on his clothes, and quietly followed her. When she passed a sorghum field, Yang Meili suddenly ducked inside.
The kid carefully crawled on the ground, inching his way forward, when suddenly a snow-white butt appeared before him, and the sound of rushing water reached his ears.
The kid pressed his face to the ground to get a look, “So this is where women pee. That Yang Laizi at the east end of the village said he’d slept with Yang Meili—who knows if that’s true or not.” Then he unconsciously touched his own little dick, his cunning eyes fixed on Yang Meili, “How can something that small fit in there？ It’s really strange.”
“Ah...!” Yang Meili stood up and turned around just as she was about to pull up her pants, only to see a skinny body lying on the ground. “Yang Luo! You little pervert, how dare you spy on me peeing!”
Yang Luo quickly got up, turned around and ran. By the time Yang Meili pulled up her pants and chased after him, Yang Luo was already gone. She stood there stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst out laughing： "That little pervert has the heart but not the nerve."
Yang Meili wasn't exactly pretty, but she had a great figure. Add to that the fact that she dressed in a trendy, fashionable way in this small mountain village, she was quite an eye-catcher. For young men, Yang Meili was definitely an object of lustful fantasies; for older folks, she was a woman who was a disgrace to public morals, with rumors saying she had slept with many men. Yang Meili knew about these rumors too, but she didn't care and kept doing as she pleased.
Halfway up the north mountain of the small village sat a small wooden cabin. Yang Luo stopped running about ten meters from the cabin and looked back. Seeing that Yang Meili hadn't followed, he let out a sigh of relief.
Then he walked toward the cabin and shouted： "Old man！ I'm here."
A hoarse voice came from inside the small wooden cabin： "You little bastard, you don't know the first thing about respecting your elders. After all these years, can't you just call me 'Master' once？"
Yang Luo kicked the door open and said with a grin： "Old man！ You're this old, why can't you let it go？ Names are just two words anyway, don't take it too seriously." The way Yang Luo spoke didn't sound like a kid of eleven or twelve at all, but rather like an adult.
The old man sighed： "Yang Luo！ You have remarkable bone structure, natural talent, and a photographic memory. After all these years, I've taught you everything I can. You don't need to come anymore starting tomorrow."
Yang Luo suddenly turned serious and said： "Old man！ Is there something you're hiding from me？"
The old man laughed and changed the subject： "Let me ask you, what do you want to do when you grow up, you little rascal？"
Yang Luo knew the old man didn't want to talk about it, so he didn't press and answered： "Old man！ You once told me that when I grow up, I have to be careful of women, especially beautiful ones. I know you must have been hurt by a beautiful woman before, so I've decided that when I grow up, I'm going to get revenge for you."
The old man was stunned： "Revenge？ How are you going to do that？"
Yang Luo straightened his thin body and said loudly： "I'm going to be a professional gangster and sleep with all the beauties under heaven to get revenge for you."
"Uh！" The old man's face was covered in black lines, unable to speak as he looked at the smug Yang Luo.
Yang Luo looked at the old man and said cheerfully： "Don't you think being a gangster is a career with great prospects？"