Wangwang's house is facing Sister Hui's house.
There is a stone alley between them.
Sister Hui’s house is next to the hill,
which is a mound 20 to 30 meters high;
Wangwang’s house is next to the water,
which is the Jia River.
Wangwang is a seven-year-old boy.
His actual name is not Wangwang.
But there is always a bag of Wangwang biscuits or Wangwang snow crackers in Wangwang’s hand all day long,
so everyone calls him Wangwang.
Wangwang's grandpa calls him so as well,
as it sounds smooth and happy.
Wangwang has been with his grandpa since he was born.
His dad and mom have made a lot of money by running a towing boat and have bought Wangwang's registered permanent residence in the county.
Wangwang’s mother said that they had only made enough money for Wangwang to study at University,
and when they had earned the money for Wangwang to buy a house and get married,
they would be back in their hometown and open a soy sauce shop.
They are wandering around at this time.
Their hometown has not been Broken Bridge long before,
but water, or a waterway.
Broken Bridge became more and more conceptual in their memory.
It was just a line of words,
just a distant receiving address on the remittance slip.
When Wangwang has spare time,
he sits on the stone threshold of his house to watch the pedestrians.
Holding a bag of Wangwang biscuits or Wangwang snow crackers in his hand.
Wangwang's father emphasized, "One bag of Wangwang every day" on the left side of the piece of remittance slip.
Wangwang sits on the threshold just to take care of the grocery store for Sister Hui.
The ground floor of Sister Hui’s house is a shop.
Wangwang shouts when someone comes.
When Wangwang calls Sister Hui,
she walks out from the back with a smile.
Originally, Sister Hui was also outside,
and she didn’t return to Broken Bridge until the beginning of the spring of 1996.
Sister Hui came back home to give birth to her baby,
and she bore a boy who was still nursing.
Wangwang has never had his mother's milk.
Grandpa said that Wangwang's mom is genetically milkless.
Wangwang held his mom's nipple only once,
and couldn't suck any content,
then his mom complained of pain.
Soon after Wangwang was born,
he was sent to his grandma's by his mom.
At that time, his grandma had not been buried in the back mountain.
A stainless steel bowl and a stainless steel spoon were also sent here.
Grandma put cream cake, milk, Heinz nutrient milk paste, egg yolk, and soy flour in a bright stainless steel bowl,
and then used a bright stainless steel spoon to put it to Wangwang's mouth little by little.
After eating, Wangwang laughed,
and grandma hit the empty stainless steel bowl with a stainless steel spoon,
making a melodic and cold industrial sound.
Grandma said, "What is this?
This is your mother's tits."
Wangwang is very strong,
and in the words of grandma,
he is stronger than a nipple sucking child.
But Wangwang's grandpa often said that women nowadays are not capably,
they are not hydrated,
and their bellies are planned by the nation,
so tits shouldn't blindly follow the plans.
At this time, grandma always said to Wangwang,
"Your dad ate me until five,
until he was five years old”.
It was like being proud of herself and happy for her son.
But Sister Hui is an exception.
Sister Hui's face, eyes, lips, arms, and calves give an impression of the round.
She’s short and chubby, thick and rounded.
Sister Hui's face is like a full moon,
healthy and kind.
She smiles when she meets people.
Her face is smooth when she smiles,
and two small dimples come out on both sides of her lower lip.
There is a kind of postpartum satisfaction and postpartum happiness.
Her body is covered with the fragrance of breast milk.
Sister Hui's breasts are big and sturdy,
which is particularly eye-catching behind the shirt,
and the milk has a long imagination,
giving people the impression of unlimited and endless.
Sister Hui's breastfeeding is very attractive,
she always sits outside of the shop.
Sister Hui doesn’t unbutton,
she pulls up her shirt,
puts her son's head in her elbow,
and leans her body forward.
Until her son bites it tight,
she doesn’t straighten up her upper body.
Sister Hui always tilts her neck long during breastfeeding,
fondling her son's small nails or small earlobes,
and won’t let it go.
When people come to buy something,
Sister Hui says: "Go ahead".
When they want the changes,
Sister Hui says: "Go ahead".
Wangwang has been paying attention to Sister Hui's beautiful state of breastfeeding,
and Sister Hui's breasts overflowed excessive motherhood due to the swelling of milk.
The sky blue blood vessels are hidden under the surface.
Wangwang firmly believes that Sister Hui's milk is sky blue,
warm but cool.
When Sister Hui’s son is drinking,
he always holds his mother’s breast with a hand.
The hand is clean and delicate,
touching the outside of the breast.
It doesn’t seem to be shone under the sun, but the breast and the hand shine by themselves.
They have a translucent crystal effect,
almost holy and almost enchanting.
Sister Hui never hides anything about breastfeeding.
In fact, there are only a few middle-aged women in Broken Bridge, except for the elderly and children.
The uncover of Sister Hui brought hope and sadness to Wangwang.
Wangwang was entangled in the fragrance of milk,
and his sorrow was as weak as the fragrance of milk,
as endless as the fragrance of milk.
