President! School belle! Please respect yourselves! !

The boy ran back home.

The woman had already prepared dinner, and when she heard the noise in the yard, she brought out the hot water.

Awang, who was behind him, also followed.

When the woman saw the dry firewood on Awang's body, she looked at the gray-faced boy with a smile, and gently wiped the already warm hot towel on the boy's face.

"Are you being naughty and digging sweet potatoes again today?"

"Aniang..." The boy opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he chose to nod.

"Mom, I'm hungry." The boy looked up at the person wiping his face in front of him.

The woman wiped the dust off his face and then wiped her palms with him.

"Your father is in the house. You can go and say hello to him for now and then you can eat."

The woman gently glanced at the boy's slightly longer hair to both sides.

"Dad is back?"

"Yeah, right in the house."

"I'll go now."

The boy ran into the hall again and saw a man sitting on the bed reading a newspaper.

"Father!"

When the man saw the boy, he put down the newspaper in his hand and waved to the boy.

The boy quickly walked to him.

He picked the boy up from the ground, looked at him kindly and said. "I heard from your mother-in-law that you fed the animals today? And you went to collect dry firewood?"

The boy nodded.

Then the boy noticed a small colorful object that the man took out from nowhere.

The boy's eyes were immediately attracted by the colorful things.

"What is this?" he asked, looking at the small colorful stone-like thing in front of him.

His father smiled and said, "This is candy. The village chief and his friends bought it from the market. And the village chief specifically asked me to give it to you, Ahan."

"For me?" Ahan's eyes sparkled as he looked at the small stone-like thing in front of him.

"Yes, it seems that the village chief also knows that our Ahan is doing a great job helping his family."

Immediately afterwards, his father placed the piece of stuff that belonged to him in his hand.

He held this piece of "candy" that shone like a small light bulb in his hand, and his eyes showed an unprecedented look.

"Dad, are you really giving this to me?"

"Yes, it's for you." His father smiled and picked up the newspaper on the side, and then used one hand to scratch the tip of his nose.

"This is a reward from my father and the village chief to Ahan, because Ahan worked very hard today."

Just when he was about to open it, his father stopped him.

"Wait a minute, didn't I just hear you say you were hungry in the yard? Let's eat first."

When he was talking about eating, he remembered that he still had important things to do!

"Yes! Eat!"

He hurried to the meal that had been set in front of the table, took out two Hanamaki corn buns that his mother had just made tonight, and ran outside.

I almost bumped into someone on the way out.

"Ahan, aren't you going to eat?"

"I'm sorry, grandma, I've already eaten."

His mother-in-law returned to the house and put down the things in her hands, looked at his father and said with a smile. "What happened to this kid today? Could it be that he made friends?"

"Well, that's a good thing."

After the boy came out of the house, he went into the woods outside the village with two warm steamed buns in his arms.

When the boy arrived at the bushes at the beginning, the man was nowhere to be seen.

He was trotting all the way over, panting and looking around.

Suddenly at this moment, there was a sound from behind.

Her sudden appearance startled the boy, and she seemed to smell the fragrance of rice in the boy's hand and immediately pounced on the boy.

The boy was startled by her actions, and the things in his arms flew out and fell to the ground.

And the man seemed to be really hungry. He picked up things on the ground and stuffed them into his mouth hungrily.

Before the boy came back to his senses, she had already eaten everything the two brought from home.

She slowly raised her head to look at the boy. Her long hair fell in front of her, resembling the wolf witch that her mother-in-law often said.

The boy was so frightened that he got up from the ground and ran towards the village.

Only when he reached the door of his house did he dare to look back in fear.

He touched his pocket worriedly, but it was okay. The thing my father gave me is still there.

Early the next morning, the boy had just gotten up when he heard his father and mother saying something in the kitchen. As soon as he reached the door, A-Wang came over wagging his tail. A-Wang pulled his sleeves and pulled him out of the door.

"Awang."

When he got outside the door, he was surprised to find that there was a pile of dry firewood outside the house.

Awang was walking around the dry firewood and suddenly barked in one direction.

He looked along where Awang was barking and saw a figure behind a tree.

The figure of this man was somewhat similar to what he saw last night.

In the afternoon, a few sheep ran across the withered grass, followed by a huge yellow dog.

Awang was driving the sheep on the grass while looking back at the boy lazing behind.

He held what his father had given him yesterday in the palm of his hand and faced the sun. The colorful but shining candy under the light reflected in his eyes.

"Look! It's the little mute!"

Several children from the same village ran over when they saw him.

"Little mute! Little mute! You don't have a mother! You were picked up by someone!"

He seemed a little at a loss when surrounded by several people at the same time.

Several people laughed at the same time and repeated what they had just said. "Little mute, little mute, you don't have a mother! You were picked up!"

They circled around him and beat him with the branches they picked up.

He was beaten so hard that he couldn't lift his head, so he squatted on the ground holding his head with his arms.

Listening to their laughter, the boy's nose suddenly felt sore, and his eyes became moist unconsciously.

Just when he was about to burst into tears. They heard the voices of those around them laughing at them disappearing, replaced by their shouting.

"Help, help! It's the wolf witch!!!"

A group of them dispersed in a hurry, running towards the village with cries in their voices to go back to find their mother.

“…”

Listening to the yelling of those people, the boy sniffed, rubbed his already red eyes and slowly raised his head. He saw a thin figure standing in front of him.

The man with messy but shiny black hair and shabby clothes held a branch as thick as his wrist in front of him.

She turned around and saw the boy sitting on the ground, dropped the stick in her hand and stretched out her hand to him.

The boy shrank back timidly.

When the boy didn't respond, she walked directly to her side and picked him up from behind.

The boy's eyes were very frightened when she hugged him from behind, but she let go after the boy stood up.