"Little little second boy, carrying that school bag to school, not afraid of the sun or the wild wind..."
The fat guy was humming a song while coaxing the little one to sleep. Actually, the little one is usually very well-behaved and goes to sleep on his own when it's time. But today, having just arrived at a new place, the little one was a bit excited. The fat guy didn't mind playing a bit more with his godson.
Only, it seemed the little one wasn't too satisfied with the nursery rhyme he was humming. So the fat guy decided to change to another song:
"Stretch out your hand, touch your sister, touch the top of your sister's head, oh how fragrant the osmanthus on her head..."
The little one was a bit stunned; the fat guy got more enchanted the more he sang, seemingly forgetting that singing "Eighteen Touches" to a baby is quite shameful.
After a while, the little one seemed to have had enough and pressed his forehead against the fat guy's big belly,
meaning:
My dear friend,
