Since his little sister was born, Little Shitou had been playing outside much less. On top of that, Mr. Zhou was keeping a close eye on him and assigning him a lot of homework. So, he usually stayed home, reading and writing while keeping his sister company. He didn't even get to play his fill over the New Year holiday.
But he was just a little kid, after all—he had only turned eight over the New Year. There was no changing his playful nature.
That day, after copying several pages from the calligraphy model Mr. Zhou had given him, he suddenly felt restless. He glanced at his sleeping sister on the bed behind him and sighed, thinking, 'When will my sister grow up? Once she's older, I can take her out to play with me.'
Just as he was thinking this, Gou Dan's hushed voice called out from the courtyard, "Shi Tou, Shi Tou!" Little Shitou had warned him before to speak quietly when he came over, as his sister might be sleeping.
