The open space in the courtyard was in chaos.
A dozen children surrounded Xiao Hu, like a pack of hungry wolves around a piece of meat.
Xiao Hu held the Lazy Sheep drawing above his head, desperately standing on tiptoes.
"Can you see it? Can you see it?"
He yelled until his voice cracked.
"This is Lazy Sheep! Lazy Sheep with poop on its head!"
The kids below were jumping with urgency.
"Let me touch it! Just once!"
"Xiao Hu! I'm not going to steal it, I just want to look!"
"Let's trade! I'll swap my tin frog with you!"
A thin piece of paper, in this drab afternoon, became rarer than a Big White Rabbit candy.
Some parents passing by stopped and were intrigued by the commotion.
They scooched closer to take a look.
Stunned.
The colors in the painting were dazzlingly bright.
Red as red, white as white, as if freshly pulled from a dye vat.
In this era of blue, gray, and black, such things were too "gaudy."
"Was this painted by Lin Wan Yi?"
Someone asked.
