The camera turned back toward the village.
As they approached, the people working in the fields looked over from a distance.
Someone shouted something.
Liu Miao called back, "What did you say?"
The person over there rattled off another string of words.
As he spoke, he walked out of the field and asked somewhat indistinctly, "What are you doing here?"
"We're looking for someone. Do you know a woman called Sanya? She went to People's Celebration City to find her husband and work there," Liu Miao asked politely.
"People's Celebration? Looking for a man? Oh, that cripple's family! Over there, the shabbiest house!" The wrinkled, dark-skinned man thought for a moment and pointed in a direction. Then he added, "His Sanya's still in the city! What did she do? Why are you looking for her?"
The man's gaze fell on the camera, his eyes darting uneasily.
"We're reporters. When she first arrived in People's Celebration, she got lost, and someone helped her. We want to report on this good deed," Liu Miao said.
The man's expression turned strange. "Oh, that. I see..."
"Is there a problem? We only wanted to do an interview because we heard about it. Did we hear the story wrong?" Liu Miao asked at once.
Someone nearby let out a strange laugh.
The camera shifted, filming the villagers gathering around.
The person who had just laughed froze, then shifted awkwardly.
"Don't be afraid. You can tell us anything. We'll report what really happened; we won't make anything up. If the person who told us about it was lying, we'll go after them."
At Liu Miao's words, the villagers looked at one another but said nothing.
"If you've got something to ask, go ask the cripple," the first man said.
Liu Miao asked again, "What about Sanya's