Sister Hui never expected that Wangwang would do such a thing.
Sister Hui sat on the stone threshold to breastfeed the child,
and Wangwang sat on the opposite side of a bluestone alley.
Sister Hui's son was full after eating only one boob.
Sister Hui sent the other one over,
but her son avoided it and spitted out milk foam.
But Hui's breasts were swollen so badly that she decided to squeeze it out.
Sister Hui stood by the wall and held her breast with both hands.
As soon as she squeezed it hard,
the milk spewed out, a line with an arc.
Wangwang has been watching Hui's actions.
Wangwang watched the snow-white milk spraying on the wall,
which was all sucked up by the blue bricks.
Wangwang smelled the scent of milk,
which permeated the stone alley very warmly and kindly.
Wangwang quietly walked to the opposite side,
hiding in the corner of the wall.
Sister Hui put her son on her laps after squeezing.
The child was moaning.
Sister Hui lifted her shirt again,
but the child didn’t want to eat.
He just patted his mother's breasts playing with himself
and said some monotonous and incomprehensible sounds.
Sister Hui didn't notice that Wangwang had already come.
Wangwang pulled the baby's hand away,
buried his head and aiming at Sister Hui's breast for a bite.
He bitted and held.
Sister Hui’s screaming was abrupt and long in the blue stone alley at noon,
even awakened half of Broken Bridge.
Without this scream,
he would still definitely not let go.
Wangwang didn't run, his mouth was half open,
and his look was dumb and stupid.
Wangwang saw a pair of semicircular tooth prints and bloodstains on the right breast of Sister Hui.
Sister Hui came back to her senses.
Before she could comfort the crying child,
the neighbors came.
Sister Hui was hurt and ashamed.
She blamed Wangwang, "Wangwang, you are dying."
Wangwang's action was spread out all over Broken Bridge that afternoon.
This small town without newspapers was broadcasting the news of the day.
People's topics naturally focused on sex,
but they didn't make it clear.
People said: "What a shame.
The little thing is only seven years old and like this."
People said: "The adults in Broken Bridge have never been so rascal."
Of course, people's moods were not heavy,
they were happy and novel.
Everyone knows that sister Hui’s boob was bitten by Wangwang,
and some people took Sister Hui’s pleasure and shouted the advert as on TV behind her,
saying: "Sister Hui, let us ‘Wang’ it."
It was funny, everyone laughed,
and sister Hui laughed, too.
But Hui's mother-in-law looked unhappy,
she pulled her face down and came out,
"The water is boiling."
Wangwang’s grandpa didn’t know it until dinner in the afternoon.
Although there were only two of the grands in the family,
grandpa still made three meals a day,
and fed Wangwang each meal by himself.
The stainless steel bowl and the stainless steel spoon were as shiny as before,
and there was no visible wear and rust.
Grandpa got older and lost his teeth,
so the old tongue was unattended.
He became more unruly and nagging endlessly.
He fed Wangwang a biting with a nagging,
"Open your mouth to eat, close your mouth to chew,
and go to bed after food."
"A bite of eggs, a bite of meat,
no worry about making RMB."
Such all were made up by himself.
But Wangwang refused to eat today.
The spoon fed from the right and he turned to the left,
and it came from the left and he turned to the right.
Grandpa said, "You don’t eat eggs or meat,
how can you make RMB?"
Wangwang's eyes were fixed on Sister Hui's house.
There was a lot of food in Sister Hui’s shop.
Grandpa asked: "What do you want?"
Wangwang did not speak.
Grandpa said: "Dove Chocolate?"
Grandpa said: "Chinchin porridge?"
Wangwang did not speak.
Next to the Chinchin porridge, there was Australian full-fat milk powder.
Grandpa said: "Want some milk?”
Wangwang turned and looked at his grandpa with tears.
Grandpa knew his grandson wanted milk,
so he went across the alley to buy a bag of it,
watered it down, and brought it to Wangwang,
said: "Wangwang is having milk."
Wangwang bit the stainless steel spoon, spit it on the ground,
and knocking over the stainless steel bowl in passing.
The stainless steel leaped around on the stone floor,
making a cold metallic sound.
Grandpa slapped Wangwang's cheeks and said loudly, "Pick it up!"
Wangwang didn't move, like a salted fish, rolling his eyes.
Grandpa raised his palm high and said: "Pick or not?"
He raised higher and said: "Pick or not?"
The higher grandpa raised his palm, the further away from Wangwang.
Grandpa put down his palm and said, "Little ancestor, pick it up!"
It was Grandpa himself who picked up the stainless steel tableware.
Grandpa said, "How could you throw them?
You were fed up by them.
This is your milk, would you throw it again? Ah?
Would you throw it again?
It's only seven months until the new year. You’ll watch me telling your parents!"
According to the routines, after dinner,
Wangwang’s grandpa went to the stone dock under the south gate eaves to do the dishes.
Grandpa Liu next door was washing clothes.
Grandpa Liu smiled as soon as he saw Wangwang’s grandpa,
smiled very creepily.
Grandpa Liu said: "Wang’s grandpa,
your Wangwang ate Sister Hui’s tofu, you taught him?"
Wangwang’s grandpa couldn't understand,
but he saw something twisting and turning in Grandpa Liu's wrinkles.
Grandpa Liu glanced at him and whispered,
"Your grandson bit Sister Hui's boob in the afternoon,
and it was bleeding!"
Wangwang’s grandpa’s head suddenly rumbled when he realized it.
It's incredible. How come it’s credible?
Wangwang’s grandpa turned around and took his broomstick.
He held it upside down in his hand.
He grabbed Wangwang and struck his butt for three or four times.
The little thing didn't cry.
His tears spread full of his eyes,
one fell off,
and spread again, dropped again.
His tears were silent, there were an extraordinary pain and an extraordinary sadness.
This kind of crying made people softhearted,
made adults stop beating.
Wangwang’s grandpa threw the broom and asked sharply,
"Who taught you? Which devil taught you?"
Wangwang said nothing.
Wangwang lowered his head and his tears dropped down again.
Wangwang’s grandpa sighed and said,
"It's seven months before the New Year anyway."
