You Xiong Author: Lü Shi

At the age of thirteen, I learned a truth: people can survive on just eating wheat. This truth existed thirteen years ago. At that time, I had just been born, but my mother had no breast milk to feed me, so she crushed wheat and stirred it into porridge to feed me. In my memory, my mother's two breasts were like eggplants in autumn, shriveled and hanging loosely in front of her chest, dragging very long. When she walked, they jumped back and forth, just like a pair of not-so-happy frogs by the Zhen River hanging upside down on my mother's chest, seeming quite superfluous.