"Spoil it, girl, spoil it." Tong Zijian is smiling. All night long, she clung to the Iron River, and when the adults talked, she blinked her big eyes and listened. Iron River's chin was rubbed by her soft hair, and her mind drifted for a while; listening to what she was muttering in a low voice. When they left Grandpa's ward, they had slept in his arms for a long time. He gave Tuotuo to...