A tall, thin boy was squatting on the beach. He looked about eighteen or nineteen, with handsome features. Although he wore an oversized black tank top and baggy gray shorts, he didn't look like a country boy at all.
"Mine?"
That's right, yours. But he seemed to have something wrong with his head.
Last night, they had still been thinking that if he wasn't in the village, they should finish things as soon as possible and leave.
But now, he was right in front of them. There was no need to hurry away anymore; they could take their time and have some fun.
"What's wrong with him?"
Su Qiao walked forward a few steps and examined him carefully, but she couldn't see anything unusual.
The boy didn't care at all about the gazes around him. He only lowered his head and drew, as though he were completely immersed in his own world.
I saw him from a distance just now, washing the mud off his feet. A few children by the river were throwing stones at him and calling him Second Fool.
"Maybe he just doesn't want to bother with those brats?"
Sometimes, when she encountered children like that, she couldn't be bothered with them either.
But if they truly angered her, she'd give them a lesson they'd never forget.
It didn't seem that way. He hadn't said a word. The women washing clothes whom they had passed earlier had looked at him as though he were a fool, too. Even when they laughed at and cursed him, he had remained dull and blank, as if he didn't understand what they were saying.
"...Can't I refuse?"
Being a fool would have been one thing, but he was also from this village.
She had no favorable impression of anyone from this