President! School belle! Please respect yourselves! !

"Auntie, do you want to go now?"

Standing behind him was a boy who was about eight or nine years old, with a slightly darker complexion, a thin figure and clear facial features, and a well-behaved appearance, looking at the woman in front of him with his dark eyes.

At noon, the sun is dazzling and compelling.

When the woman heard the sound, she turned around and saw the corner of her mouth raised, "Yes, your father should be waiting for me in the field now. I must deliver it to him."

The boy nodded sensibly, "Then go quickly, grandma, don't keep daddy waiting."

"Well, grandma will go now." The woman replied happily, "Then do you still remember what grandma told you just now?"

The boy nodded vigorously and pointed to the side where the livestock were kept.

"I remember to feed them. Then I went to pick up some dry wood."

After the boy finished speaking, he looked at the woman in front of him expectantly. The smile on the woman's face became even brighter, and she touched the boy's head, which already had slightly longer hair.

After the woman left, the boy also worked very hard to do what she promised.

Feed the livestock, help clean the house, pick up the withered leaves from the trees on the ground...

"Aww!!"

"Awang! We are going out."

The boy shouted and waved towards the yard, and soon a larger yellow-brown dog ran to him from a corner of the yard.

Awang ran up to him, wagging his furry tail, and rubbed his head against the boy.

Time flies, the sun sets, and the light in the sky slowly fades.

The boy tied the dry firewood he picked up to Awang's back with a straw rope.

"Awang, don't run too fast."

Awang waggled his tail and ran forward a few meters, then turned back to look at the boy, and then rushed in front of him with a quick stride.

However, the boy did not run away, and Awang ran to him and stopped. Use your tongue to lick his face.

"Awang, no, I will be scolded by my mother-in-law if I get it dirty."

The boy stepped back while pushing Awang who came forward.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to have stepped on something, his center of gravity was unstable and he fell backward.

"what."

The things in the boy's hands were scattered on the ground, and he sat on the ground. Then he saw Ah Wang, who was still alive and kicking just now, barking softly behind him.

Awang bared his fangs and continued to bark in a low voice, as if to remind the boy to come to him as soon as possible.

The boy remembered that his mother-in-law said that there had been many strangers coming to the village recently, and she specially told the boy not to stray too far from the village.

Today the boy just wanted to pick up more wood, so he came to a forest in a village not far from them, but unexpectedly he encountered something like this.

Thinking of this, he quickly got up from the ground and ran to Awang with a slightly frightened expression, then grabbed his tail and hid behind him.

"Woof woof!!"

Awang barked twice towards the bushes in front of him, only to hear noise coming from the bushes in front of him. Awang barked twice more.

"Who, who is where!?"

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

The boy shouted nervously forward, but when there was no response, A-Wang slowly moved forward.

There was no movement in the bushes until the boy got closer, but the boy saw a figure behind the sparse dead branches.

Apparently there was a man hiding behind the bushes.

The best thing to do at the moment was to go to the village and call the adults, but the boy didn't know where he had the courage to call into the bushes in front of him.

"You...who are you?! Come out of it, or I will go to the village to call people..."

There was the sound of dead branches falling from the bushes, but Awang started barking again.

Soon, Awang's voice attracted people.

Those people had just returned from the market, and they trotted to the boy.

"Grandpa is the voice coming from here."

A boy who was older than the boy ran to him first, followed by two middle-aged men and an old man smoking a dry pipe with an old pipe.

The old man took two puffs of cigarette and knocked his pipe against the tree.

"Which kid is this?" the old man asked in a vague voice.

"It looks like it belongs to the Chang family."

A middle-aged man stepped forward and stared at the boy carefully, then looked at the big yellow dog behind the boy, and nodded with more confirmation.

"Oh, I know the second uncle. He is the little mute in our village who is not very good at talking." The young man standing at the front laughed and looked at the old man and said.

"What are you talking about!!" Another middle-aged man came up and grabbed his ear hard, "You, I make money for you to go to school and you learn to talk like this?!"

The boy screamed in pain, but still glared at the boy unconvinced, "Dad, I'm right! He is indeed a little mute! We have never seen him speak!! If you don't believe me, ask my second uncle, why Grab me?"

"Okay! How dare you talk to me like this now?! I think it's been a few days since I spanked you and you're itchy again! Come home with me and I'll take care of you."

"No, no, dad, I was wrong!!"

"........."

After they left, the old man rolled his dim eyes and took another puff of the cigarette in his hand, "Well..."

"My dear, what are you doing here alone?"

The boy looked at them and was trembling inwardly, afraid to speak.

"Dad, you also know about Lao Chang's family. His children..."

Before the other person finished speaking, the old man interrupted him with the pipe in his hand and said, "Boy, this kid is not stupid."

Not stupid! But why can’t I speak? ! ?

The old man took another drag on his dry cigarette and his eyes drifted to the boy. The dog behind him was seen carrying a bundle of branches.

"Baby, remember. Don't come here to pick up things for the next few days. Do you understand?"

The old man choked on the dry smoke and coughed twice.

"Dad, the doctor said today that you shouldn't smoke this kind of cigarette. It's not good for your health." The man on the side said anxiously.

"It's okay, it's okay." The old man hunched over and waved.

"Second brother, you should send this kid back first."

"Dad, then you..."

"I won't go back, I haven't finished picking it up yet..."

The boy's voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he could only bend down to pick up branches that fell on the ground.

"..."

The old man turned around and took another puff of the dry cigarette in his hand.

When the fog dispersed, the old man turned around and said slowly.

"Second brother, let's go."

"......"

After the group of them walked away, the boy stood up and stared at their retreating figures.

Before the boy could relax, he heard a sound coming from the bushes behind him.

The boy was a little panicked, but he couldn't retract his hand or the people would come over again.

The sun sets, dusk recedes, and the moon quietly creeps up.

Although Awang no longer barked, he still roared in a low voice.

The bushes no longer made a sound, but a vague figure appeared next to them.

After the figure emerged, the boy was able to see her appearance clearly through the bright moonlight.

"You...you are not from our village."

The boy looked at the person in front of him tremblingly.

The man didn't speak, one arm dropped in front of him and the other hand was clasped on his arm. Even his hair was messy when he lowered his head.

The boy was about to ask something more when the silence was interrupted by the sound of "Gurgling".

"..."

"Awang..." The boy whispered and glanced at Awang lying on the ground.

Awang looked at the boy with aggrieved eyes.

The boy was about to turn around and go home when the "gurgling" sound came again.

But this time it didn't come from A-Wang, but from the person in front of him.

"..."

The man turned around embarrassedly, and his fallen hair blocked the side of her face.

She lifted her feet and was about to walk into the bushes when the boy behind her called out to her.

"where are you going?"

She ignored it and stretched out her hand to open the bushes.

"I have food at home."

She stopped what she was doing, and her stomach made an unsatisfactory sound.

When the boy saw her stop, he immediately dropped the things in his hands and ran towards the village.

"Awang."

The boy looked back and shouted behind him but suddenly stopped.

The person stood there, surrounded by darkness and nothing could be seen. Only a moonlight fell on her body.

An isolated and thin figure is standing in the moonlight.