The dark-haired man walked towards the door.
Like a ghost, he walked through the running children to the door.
No one can see him.
But when his toes were about to step over the threshold, he seemed to bump into something and didn't step over—
He stopped.
When he turned around again, the expression on his face was a little strange.
The originally indifferent eyes changed, turning into a pool of pure and soft green water:
"So...you are here."
His voice was very soft, like the wind, it slid across the mottled walls, the dark roof, and finally fell back to the center of the yard.
A tree, a stone pier.
The corners of the wall are covered with moss, it has just rained, and the ground is slippery.
Yellow skin, dark eyes.
And black hair.
Everything seemed so strange and messy.
The man's eyes passed over the children running around like fleas, and fell on the edge of the stone pier.
Beside the shadow of the stone pier, squatted a very small child, about three or four years old.
The shofar braid, the clothes are very short, revealing thin arms and calves.
She was too thin and too small, like a lamb just a month old.
Gaia walked over unconsciously.
He squatted down with her.
The gloomy sky passed through the shadows of the trees and fell on the little girl.
Unlike those dirty children, her face was washed very clean, her skin was not very white, but her eyes were big with dark eyeballs, and a shofar braid was raised in disorder. She was holding a rag doll in her hand , looking seriously at the ants under the tree roots with black eyes.
He didn't speak, and was so quiet that he was different from those fleas.
"Bedwetter!"
"Bedwetter!"
"Bedwetter!"
A group of children passed under a tree.
The little girl didn't look back.
A little boy ran out of the line and tugged at her shofar braids.
The little girl was pulled down and sat down on the ground. She seemed to be used to it. She patted her buttocks and sat up. The other hand carefully protected her doll.
"Oh! The bedwetter fell over!"
"The bedwetter fell down, fell down! …"
The children applauded.
The plump boy rubbed his nose triumphantly.
The little girl just raised her head, looked at the boy with black and white eyes, did not speak, just turned her back and continued to look at the ants.
The boy reaches out again.
"Clatter—"
The little girl was pushed into the mud puddle, and the water in the mud puddle splashed up, dirtying the rag doll in her arms.
She glanced at the doll.
The doll's skirt was splattered with mud spots.
The boy stepped on it and shouted:
"Stomp on you, you accuser! Trample you to death, you accuser! Let you go and sue the dean's mother, let you go and sue the dean's mother..."
The little girl's black eyes stared at the doll being stepped on, and suddenly rushed over like a calf.
The boy was knocked down.
"Oh, oh, I'm suing the devil! I'm suing the devil! The dean's mother, the dean's mother... I'm suing the devil!"
The children dispersed in a rush.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Those who fight are not allowed to eat tonight!"
A middle-aged woman with yellow skin and black eyes rushed out.
The next moment, Gaia appeared in a dark room.
It was still a small room, with no lights on and the wooden door closed. The little girl squatted against the wall, holding her doll. A pair of eyes were wide open, fearful and vigilant.
A voice came from outside the door:
"Xiao Yu, this is the third time you have fought..."
The little girl tightly hugged the doll in her arms, not speaking.
"They all said..."
"He stepped on my doll."
A soft sigh came from outside: "Although this is when I found you... Forget it, you can reflect on it all night."
The room is filled with darkness.
Gaia sat next to the little girl, leaning against the wall. She leaned against the wall, obviously trembling with fear, but said nothing.
He raised his hand suddenly, and when his palm was about to fall on her fluffy black head, he stopped:
"Belia..."
His hand dropped:
"Liu Yu."
The voice was gentle but firm, "So... you are like this."