Proofreader: Prof Zhu Yuan Song Shilin’s mother sat on the sofa with Little Watermelon in her arms, and she grinned from ear to ear, “Good boy. Call me grandma again.” “Grandma,” said the child in a childish voice. “Oh, dear!” Song Shilin’s mother answered firmly, delighted beyond words and holding Little Watermelon in her arms, and kissed him again and again. What a grandma’s good grandson he was! In the ...