This is Xiahe Village, an ordinary yet extraordinary little village.,“Mother, oh, it hurts, it hurts! I'm not a child of two or three anymore,” Zhu Ping’an cried for mercy, his chubby little hand clutching Chen’s arm, tiptoeing to lessen the pain.,Although it's funny, Chen's grip hasn't loosened at all. This little rascal was never honest to begin with, and after getting sick a few days ago, he's become even more mischievous, running around outside all day long.。