The old man panicked, hugging me tightly while shouting, “Old gentleman, old gentleman, come quickly, come quickly…”,Look at that little cotton-padded jacket on the bed, look at the red sweet potato in my hand, look at the loving and kind faces of my grandparents, and then take a closer look at the dim old room around me. I am certain that I have returned to 1976.,What's the worry You, a seven-year-old kid now, acting like you're a one hundred sixty-pound strongman A big sweet potato like this should be easy enough to hold on to, why worry about getting bumped。