Zhou Niannian was exceptionally mischievous when she was little, as her mother would say, the kind that could surely fly if she had wings.
"You think that was the end of it? No, you're thinking too simply!" Discussing her tragic childhood education, Zhou Niannian felt a single tear of bitterness wasn't enough; she needed buckets of them.
With a deep sigh, "The spanking wasn't the end. My mother, coming from the police academy, was really bold. When I cried my eyes out from being hit, my mother was tough. She tied training ropes around my waist and, like wringing a chick, twisted me to the edge of the platform. In front of my father and his colleagues, she pushed me off."
"Before I could hit the ground, I faintly heard my nearly six-foot tall father from the Northeast, scream like a pig being slaughtered. My uncles were agile; several ropes were thrown out before I hit the ground. I remember one rope was thrown so fast, it directly slapped me across the forehead…"
