Li Dahe strolled around each class for a while and just finished his speech in the fifth grade when the bell rang for school dismissal.
He didn't leave but, with hands clasped behind, watched the little bastards leaving in groups of three or five, with their backpacks and baskets.
"Big kids wait for the smaller ones, don't just care about yourself walking off... Don't run! What are you running for? You want to fall into ditches again!... Stay away from the river, whoever dares to go fishing, I'll break your legs..."
Li Dahe kept repeating these few lines until the last student left the school.
"What are you... Oh, Niuwa."
Li Dahe initially wanted to ask why he was dawdling, but upon closer look, it turned out to be little Niuwa.
Niuwa obediently called him "Uncle" and then skillfully ran to pick up the big broom.
