"What's so interesting about that? They're just some wild birds. Kids like them; could it be that you're still a child at heart?" Qin Siye rolled his eyes, packed up his rod, and walked towards the resting pavilion.
Gu Lin hurriedly followed, continuing, "Siye, we used to catch birds all the time when we were kids, I remember you really liked them back then."
"I've grown up now." Qin Siye's steps faltered slightly.
"What's the difference? Who says adults can't like birds? Look at the flower and bird market, aren't there many older people who enjoy playing with birds?" Gu Lin caught up with him, his mouth never stopping.
"Are you saying I'm old?" Qin Siye glanced sideways at him.
This person, when listening to others, why does he only grasp parts of what's said instead of listening to the whole thing?