Blasting the Stream

In the late spring, it was getting hot and humid, but the well was quite cool. Ning Que was sitting on it, waving a kitchen knife in his hand and talking cheerfully.

Sangsang hung up the clothes on the clothesline and wiped her hands on her apron. She walked back to the wall and picked up the brush to complete the last piece. "How will you do it?"

Ning Que stood up and walk beside her. He pointed at something beside the wall and said, "Beat him, and then let him die."

Sangsang put down the brush and turned around to look at him with a confused expression.

Beside the wall was a wooden man with a base and a black pan on his head which was carved by Ning Que and painted by Sangsang.

"In order to beat him to death, I have to hit his body. It means I have to break through his defense."

Ning Que said this whilst pointing the knife at the sculpture's head. Then he scratched his arm with the knife. Blood began to pour out from the wound.