Going home for Chinese New Year, I squeezed onto a bus with three energetic young women.

Bang!

Bai Li held the plastic Ultraman torso in her hand and smacked the brat on the head again and again.

"Why aren't they here yet?"

Bang!

"Why isn't your Ultraman here yet?"

Bang bang bang bang~!

The plastic Ultraman figure finally gave way under the continuous blows and broke apart.

Bai Li then stopped.

The child's tears and snot were mixed together and covered his face.

His eyes, when he looked up at Chen Tingting and the other three women, as well as Bai Li, were filled with fear.

Those five figures will probably become a childhood trauma for him for the next ten years or so.

Bai Li casually tossed the toy on the ground and turned away.

Lin Xiaoshuang had already composed herself. She held the glass jar filled with scraps of paper in her arms, her eyes red but showing a stubbornness.

"Let's go outside," Bai Li said to her.

Lin Xiaoshuang nodded emphatically.

Several people pushed open the door to the inner room.

The sunlight streaming in dispelled the oppressive atmosphere from before.

Old Mrs. Lin was pacing anxiously in the main room.

As soon as the door opened, they quickly went to greet them.

"What happened?"

Lin Xiaoshuang took a step forward, holding the jar, and was about to open her mouth to complain.

Bai Li stepped forward slightly and stood in front of Lin Xiaoshuang.

"He bullied Xiaoshuang, so I hit him."

Grandma Lin paused for a moment, her gaze falling on the bruised and swollen boy:

"Oh, then we definitely have to fight."

Bai Li continued:

"It's alright, Grandma, you don't need to worry about this. Leave it all to me."

No sooner had the words left their mouths than the mischievous child seized the opportunity while the adults were talking.

He stood up and quickly crawled between Bai Li's legs:

After crawling out, he scrambled and rolled towards the outside of the yard.

As he ran, the fat man turned back and shouted at the top of his lungs:

"You just wait! I'm going to tell my family! I'll have my dad beat you all to death!"

Chen Tingting swung her large, tattooed arm and raised her leg to chase after him and slap him.

Bai Li reached out and grabbed her arm.

"Let him find it."

Bai Li's gaze passed over the courtyard wall, watching the figure running further and further away, and he shouted:

"You'd better bring more people."

"Let's resolve things once and for all, so we don't keep getting into trouble with the younger and then the older ones."

Upon hearing this, Old Lady Lin slapped her thigh in distress.

"Oh my young man, he has quite a lot of relatives."

"If they really call in a bunch of people, we few won't be able to stop them."

Bai Li chuckled softly.

"What kind of character must someone be to raise a child like that?"

Bai Li's voice was casual:

"I reckon if you throw a cigarette on the ground, their own people will start fighting over it."

The girls behind him were amused by this remark.

Zhang Qian covered her mouth and laughed.

Lin Xiaoshuang's tense baby face relaxed, and the last bit of grievance in her heart was completely dispelled.

At the same time, outside the hospital.

The brat ran outside the gate, wiped his face, which was covered in snot and tears, and became angrier the more he thought about it.

Today I not only got a beating, but I also ruined my beloved prize.

"No, we can't just let it go like this."

His eyes darted around.

My gaze swept across the roadside and landed on the dry toilet built with mud bricks and thatch at the corner of the outer wall of the Lin family's courtyard.

"Got it!"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out half a box of Red Spider firecrackers left over from the New Year.

This thing is quite powerful.

Looking at the dilapidated outhouse, the brat grinned, revealing a wicked smile.

"Watch me blow your outhouse to the sky!"

at this time.

The interior of the dry toilet, separated by a wall.

Grandma Ma is suffering from physical torment.

She stood with her feet on both banks of the Yellow River, squatting on two wooden planks:

"Getting old is no good; this chronic constipation is really awful."

Grandma Ma's face was contorted with pain, her features all scrunched up together.

After a lot of effort, nothing was gained.

Squatting for extended periods impedes blood circulation.

"My legs are numb from squatting, I can't feel them at all, I need to move around a bit."

She placed her hands on her knees and slowly shifted her weight.

In that extremely strenuous movement, the elderly body lost its balance and its fingers lost strength.

The toilet paper in my hand slipped out.

Pulled by gravity, the paper roll floated along the gaps in the wooden planks and disappeared into the filthy pool below.

"We're doomed!"

Grandma Ma's hand froze in mid-air, maintaining that ridiculous gripping posture.

Grandma Ma muttered to herself, her tone revealing a disillusionment with life and a sense of hopelessness:

Is there anything more hopeless in the world?

Meanwhile, outside the toilet, the brat, blinded by vengeful rage, had long forgotten that Grandma Ma was squatting in the toilet.

His mind is filled with the perverted pleasure of destroying other people's things.

"Watch me!"

He lit the firecrackers with a lighter.

They threw the firecrackers directly into the vent at the bottom of the outhouse.

After completing the sequence, he took a few steps back, covered his ears, and shouted in sync with the countdown:

"Thump!"

A one-second delay.

The spark fell into the large pool that contained a massive amount of methane gas.

High concentrations of biogas came into contact with an open flame.

The two underwent a wonderful chemical reaction, releasing enormous amounts of energy.

boom!

The loud noise shattered the tranquility of the village.

The airflow has nowhere to dissipate in the confined space, so it can only rise upwards.

The thatched lid on top of the dry toilet took off directly.

The septic tank at the bottom was boiling completely.

Under high pressure, the filth that had accumulated over the years had nowhere to hide, turning into a yellowish-brown fountain that shot straight up from the opening of the latrine.

Grandma Ma remained in a desperate squatting position.

The violent force emanating from the ground struck her directly on the ground.

The recoil is really strong.

Old Mrs. Ma's withered body, weighing less than 80 pounds, had no chance to resist and was sent flying through the broken roof.

"Help—!"

A piercing scream tore through the air, carrying a strong, pungent smell.

Everything that happened below took only two seconds.

The energy released by the chemical reaction was exhausted, the fountain lost its upward momentum, and began to recede rapidly.

The motivation that drove Grandma Ma to become an astronaut has also come to an end.

Gravity has taken over the world again.

"Ouch--"

After hovering briefly for a fraction of a second at the highest point, Old Lady Ma looked down at the open abyss-like pit toilet stall with a face full of despair.

She fell headfirst, feet first, straight down in a parabolic trajectory.

thump.

The sound of a heavy object falling into water is dull and solid.

Outside.

The mischievous child slowly lowered his hands from his ears.

He watched the whole thing with his mouth slightly open and his head tilted back.

From flying off the rooftop to the yellow fountain, then to my grandma being launched out like a ripe potato, finally landing perfectly upside down in the pit.

The chubby boy racked his brains for a moment.

There was no panic, nor was there any rush to rescue the person.

Instead, he broke into an excited smile and clapped his hands together:

"So the difference between Grandma and Superman is that Grandma doesn't wear her underwear on the outside!"

The mischievous child's eyes lit up, and he jumped up and down twice on the spot:

"Otherwise, how could Grandma fly in the sky!"