In front of her was a group of little kids.
There were about a dozen of them, forming a circle around the old locust tree, sitting there.
Her voice was very pleasant, very melodious, like a nightingale's gentle song.
"Today, I'm going to tell you the story of Sun Wukong's three battles with the Skeleton Demon."
The children jumped and cheered in delight: "Great."
And so, she began to recount the events of the Three Fights with the Skeleton Demon, every scene from the TV, every expression, even every character analysis. Sun Wukong in her story was just as mischievous, Monk Tang was as rigid as ever, Zhu Bajie was naive and clueless, Sha Monk was the peacemaker, and the Skeleton Demon was cunning and sly.
Even though it was a story they'd heard countless times, she told it so vividly and interestingly, as if she infused the story with a mysterious hue. The children listening to the story rested their cheeks on their hands, completely captivated.
