The evening breeze swept across the rooftop of the orphanage.
Nowadays, the rooftop had been renovated beautifully, with red bricks and white tiles, and the elderly sitting in rocking chairs looked towards the direction from which the wind blew.
"Grandma! Grandma!"
San Pao ran up in a hurry, sniffling hard, and said earnestly, "Look! I'll show you a special trick!"
He took a deep breath.
Held his breath.
Then… he exhaled all the air from his nostrils, a unique skill colloquially known as blowing snot bubbles.
The grandmother's expression was complex.
How had this child become more and more muddled as he grew?
She silently appreciated the performance of this talent, as first the sound of knocking came from outside the orphanage gate, followed by exclamations and cheers.
San Pao maintained the position of facing upwards and blowing bubbles, like an acrobat with a water jar balanced on his head.
He heard the laughter outside the orphanage and appeared puzzled.
