Seven-year-old Shin is just like any other boy his age, only more curious. He had heard a lot about “courting” from the other boys and wondered what it was all about.
One day, he asked his mother this question, and his mother found it difficult to answer, so she told him to hide behind the living room curtains one night and watch his sister and her boyfriend do their thing, and then he would know what “courtship” was. Xiao Xin did as his mother said, and the next morning, he told his mother exactly what he had seen.
He said: My sister and her boyfriend sat and talked all afternoon and then turned off most of the lights. Then he started hugging and kissing her. I guess she was a little uncomfortable? I guess she was a little uncomfortable, because she had a strange look on her face. Her boyfriend must have thought so too, because he put his hand under her shirt like a doctor to feel her heartbeat, but he didn’t do as good a job as the doctor because he couldn’t seem to feel her heartbeat.
Then he too began to feel uncomfortable as quickly they both began to gasp for breath.
One of his hands must have started to get cold because he put his hand under his sister’s skirt to keep warm. At this point, my sister retreated to the end of the couch, and I think she may have started to get a fever, because she grabbed her chest with both hands and told her boyfriend, “I feel so hot!”
Finally I found out what was making them uncomfortable: a big eel suddenly came out of his pants. It jumped out of his pants and stood straight up, about eight or nine inches long, literally. Then he grabbed the eel with one hand to prevent it from escaping, but the eel struggled in his hand, scurrying up and down, popping its head out one by one.
When my sister saw the eel, she must have felt very frightened, because her eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open, and she exclaimed, “Wow! Oh my God!” Something like that. I really wanted to tell my sister that I had seen eels and that there was nothing to be afraid of!
However, my sister suddenly became so brave that she took a bite of the eel’s head and tried to kill it. Suddenly, she spat out the eel and I think it bit my sister. At this time, my sister’s boyfriend held the eel tightly with both hands and took out a sleeve from his pocket and put it over the eel’s head to prevent it from biting again. Then, my sister laid back and spread her legs so that she could lock the eel like scissors, while her boyfriend pressed his body against the top of the eel, and the eel was trapped in a dilemma of being attacked by both sides.
My sister started moaning and started screaming while her boyfriend used so much force that he almost knocked the couch over. I guess the two of them were probably trying to kill the eel by squeezing it.
After a while longer, they stopped moving and there was a big sigh of relief. Her boyfriend sat up to confirm that they had killed the eel, and I knew it was indeed dead because it became limp and hung there foaming at the mouth.
My sister and her boyfriend were a little tired from the fight, but they continued their courtship and he hugged and kissed my sister again. Oh my god! The eel wasn’t dead yet, it jumped out again, stood straight up and started to get ready to fight. I guess eels are like cats, they must have nine lives.
At this time, my sister jumped up and killed the eel by sitting on it, and after about three or five minutes of struggling, they finally killed it. I knew the eel must have died this time because I saw my sister’s boyfriend skinning the eel and flushing it down the toilet tank.
Little New’s mom fainted after hearing that.