A little boy took a wooden stick and tinkered on the sand for a long time.
She Zishu really didn't have much to do, so he just sat around and watched for a long time. From the moment when the hottest hour passed and the weather turned slightly cooler until the sun was about to set, the two of them didn't move much.
As for the boy's painting skills... I really can't compliment him, but I can't help but be very interested. Or maybe there’s nothing he wants to do except draw. The relatively flat sandy land near the river bank was almost completely covered with paintings by his stick. He tortured seven or eight of these little sticks for drawing, but he never stopped. The bones in young people's bodies are soft enough. If an ordinary adult were to bend over and squat like this for less than an hour, he would be dead.
Soon the sun will fade away. The clouds in the west were slightly warm, and the young man's "pen" finally reached Zishu's feet. In fact, she really had no choice but to retreat. There were all the boy's "masterpieces" everywhere, and she knew that if someone stepped on them, it would definitely make people angry. Although the paintings were not very good, they were the creations of his hard work.
"Please move your hooves," the young man said without raising his head, "I've been waiting for a day and you're not annoyed. I'll charge you if you don't leave."
She Zishu looked around. His indescribable paintings were everywhere, even the grass closest to her was two feet long. But now that the young man had spoken, he couldn't stand still. She jumped back and landed on the grass, flipping high in the air with agility. So the young man raised his head and looked at her seriously.
"I'm glad I'm not in the mood to talk to you today. Otherwise, I would have dug out your eyes long ago if I had been looking at you for so long."
This boy has a really bad temper. Are all human males of this age like this? He took a few steps closer, not caring about stepping on his painting. Zi Shu looked at him closer and couldn't help but feel strange. The child's complexion was dark, but not a healthy tan. At first she thought the boy was a child from a nearby village, but now Zishu realized that he was not.
His skin was very good, and he did not look like farmers, fishermen, woodcutter and the like who had been exposed to the weather. The skin of those people was as rough as the surface of granite. He is different. At first glance, he seems to be living a pampered life with fine clothes and fine food. Although there are some sunburn marks on his body, they should be caused by the heavy activity recently, because the quality of his clothes is also very good.
Moreover, his skin had an indescribable cold color, which did not seem to belong to humans. After all, warm, bright red blood flows in human blood vessels. Standing next to this young man, Zishu did not feel the warmth of a human being.
In addition, from his words, Zishu had a... strange feeling.
She seemed a little dissatisfied. Yes, dissatisfied, she had never been like this before. No matter whether others are respectful or arrogant to her, whether their words are polite or rude, she will not have any emotional ups and downs. She also said that she can understand other people's different moods in different situations, but she cannot empathize with them herself.
But when the young man spoke, she could clearly feel that to some extent, she was "irritated".
He was far from indignant or even wanting to talk back. This situation aroused Zishu's interest. She wanted to have more conversations with the boy, trying to get some kind of emotional stimulation from it. She had already noticed that this young man was no ordinary person. It's just that he lingered alone for a long time, and he didn't know why.
So she asked.
"It's getting dark, why don't you go home?"
"What are you talking about?" the young man sneered, "Not everyone has a family, I thought it was common sense."
Zishu nodded and said, "That's right, I don't either."
"Then you still ask such stupid questions." The young man frowned, "Are you afraid that you are a fool and that's why you were kicked out of the house?"
"It's not impossible."
The young man was speechless. He noticed the displeasure on Zishu's expression, but he also felt an abnormal calmness from her calm retort. As the two looked at each other for a while, the sky in the west turned redder. There will definitely be good weather again tomorrow.
"I want to talk to you." Zishu said proactively and straightforwardly.
"What are you talking about? You've been sitting here all afternoon, and I thought you were mute."
"Then you guessed wrong."
"I was scolding you."
"Oh, that's it."
The young man turned his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at her with strange eyes: "You are really weird. And boring."
His purpose in saying this was to annoy people, but this woman didn't do what he wanted, and he felt very unfulfilled.
"I think so." Shezi looked at the young man's work, stretched out a finger and said, "Then let's talk about interesting things, such as your work."
"What's there to say? You've been looking at it all afternoon and you still haven't noticed anything. There really is something wrong with your eyes."
"Maybe." Zishu said seriously, "Maybe if you say a few more words, I will be angry."
"Where are people like you? You're sick." The young man cursed and turned around, "Guys like you can't appreciate my paintings."
She Zishu could completely understand the meaning of his words, because these graffiti...couldn't tell anything, at least they couldn't correspond to any creation in the world she had seen. She carefully opened her legs and weaved in and out of these weird lines. The young man followed her. Although he didn't like her, he had no intention of driving her away. After all, there are very few people in this world who are not easily dismissed by him with a few words.
Especially...after that incident.
He has been traveling for a long time and no longer wants to stay in a familiar place. I don’t want to see any familiar faces. He has long been able to live alone, even live well. The sky began to darken and the vision became a little hazy, but this did not affect the two people walking slowly on the sand.
"Is this an apple?" Zishu stretched out his hand and pointed to perhaps the only thing he recognized, "A plate of apples?"
"The blind man is a basket of heads."
Seeing how serious the young man's tone was, Zishu felt that he had been convinced. Regardless of the fact that the difference between the plate and the frame is not small, he was so stubborn that Zishu decided to admit defeat first in terms of attitude.
"Then those over here are...flowers?"
"It's a tree, stupid."
Maybe the picture is too small and the tree trunk is too thin.
"What is this?"
Zishu stared at a strange strip pattern, unable to guess what it was. It's long and has messy lines inside, which should just represent coloring. There are no more elements around either.
"Cut of a snake."
"..."
There was no swearing this time. But this kid... seems to have a different creative mindset than most people.
The sound of footsteps was heard not far away, and there seemed to be three people. Their steps were fast but very light, they must all be adult women. The source of the sound was getting closer and closer to the nearby village. It could be judged that they were approaching the village, not people coming out of the village. After all, it was so late and no one would want to venture out. Moreover, the village is on the other side of the river, so they must not be locals.
They were getting closer.
"Sorry to bother you..." A shorter girl walked towards the two of them and said as they walked, "May I ask where you are -"
When she saw the two of them clearly, her words stopped abruptly. At the same time, the young man was also stunned, and even She Zishu was slightly startled. The three of them were strangely frozen here, and no one moved first.
"Zi, Zishu?" Ling Huan finally said, "And..."
Just as he was talking, another person approached behind Ling Hu. Her cousin didn't know why she was having difficulty asking for directions, so she wanted to see what was going on. At this time, the young man immediately said in surprise:
"You know how to clone yourself?! Ah, no, that's not right...if you smell it carefully, your scents are different. What, they turn out to be sisters. What a bunch of idiots."
Yin Huan felt the veins on his forehead jump. She has been very tolerant since she lost her voice, especially after stumbling around in the world for so long and suffering a lot. But once her mother's things are mentioned, she can't tolerate it, not to mention that this bastard is indiscriminately Ling Hu also scolded. It was this guy who pushed himself into the water before, but now he has to settle old and new accounts together.
Wait a minute... At that time, did he say something similar to that he had seen Ling Huan?
Yin Huan remembered something. At that time, she failed to understand the meaning of the little devil's words. Now that she thinks about it, she must have confused the two sisters. In other words, he must have seen Ling Yu! Before yourself! She looked at her cousin excitedly, but found that her reaction was more extreme than hers.
Ling Huan clenched his fists, his face turned pale, and his whole body could not stop trembling.
"If you find a sister, you don't need friends anymore?" the young man mocked, "I heard that the woman who was pushed off the cliff is now a monster and an evil angel! She must have seen your true face, and you also She is finally out of danger. That's a good thing! Double happiness! Don't thank me too much, you two."
Yin Huan actually felt a hint of murderous intention on his sister's face. Compared to last time, his words seemed to stimulate people's nerves more, not to mention that he had done such an excessive thing to Ling Huan and his friends! The spiritual power all over her body flowed to her right hand, and before Yin Huan could react, she rushed forward and punched out. Even though she was still far away from the kid, an invisible force actually beat him out, causing a large splash of water to rise on the river.
This time he fell into the river. It was a pity that the water was not deep enough and he did not suffer the same suffering as Yin Quan.
She Zishu stood there confused. The orange-red sunset dyes the riverbank and water surface in warm colors, making it look like the bank of the Zangtou River without a sunset. She recalled that in Ling Huan's narration, she and a partner were indeed pushed off the cliff of Xueyan Valley by someone. What happened after that was completely out of control and no one could fix it.
He is actually such a young man who is less than half ten years old... The world is really small.
So what to do now? Zishu was in trouble when the young man stood up from the not-so-fast river, and the water just covered his chest.
"What the hell..."
Yin Huan ran forward and stopped his cousin. She shook her head vigorously, trying to say something. Although she was quite prejudiced against this person, it would be of no benefit to anyone if someone died at this time. Besides, there's no telling if his difficult and equally annoying guardian is nearby.
Lu Wu walked toward the shore step by step, and the resistance of the water seemed unable to help him. He was very aggressive, as if he was going to have a life-and-death fight with these two sisters today. At this moment, Chenxing finally came over. The evening breeze lifted a corner of her curtains, and she said coldly from a distance:
"You two...it's really a waste of time to ask for directions."
