Paper Cutting Finally, my bus came and I got up, went to the rear for my favorite seat. The day was hot and everyone who got up the bus was perspiring heavily under the sweltering heat and concurrently, all were reaching out their hands for the air-conditioning duct as if digging for gold. Once settled, I took out Mo Yan's novel and started reading. Grandma, compared with you, I am like a shriveled insect that has gone hungry for three long years. As she was cutting the paper, the main gate suddenly creaked open, and a strangely familiar voice called out in the yard: "Mistress, are you hiring?" The scissors dropped from Grandma's hand onto the kang.