Sit down and be quiet. I will tell you a secret, Shengliver.

It was 7 years ago. I was in Grade 3 primary school then. There was a boy called Oliver in my class, smart and cute. I am sure that all the girls in my class liked him secretly at that time.

Oliver lived next to our tower block in the same residential complex, and we happened to be desk mates in the classroom. Sometimes we went home together after school and did our homework in the yard before we parted for the evening. Of course, there were other boys and girls with us as well.

In our free time, we climbed hills to pick flowers and pluck edible grass sprouts in spring, and in summer we went frogging or crabbing in a stream near our homes.

I can clearly remember it was just before we went to middle school. One morning Oliver took a seat at my table in the restaurant both of us frequented, without saying a word, just looking at me. I was too shy to run away.

Over time, we lost touch with each other. Then in the summer of 2011, word came that Oliver had drowned somewhere.

It is a sad story, Shengliver.