Ma Ji, when we meet again, I'll return this a hundredfold!
My stomach was in so much pain that I couldn't feel anything, but the blood kept coming out of my mouth.
I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard Mr. Li's footsteps. My vision turned black, and I lost consciousness.
...
A four or five-year-old chubby little girl with a small braid looked up at a ten-year-old boy. "Cousin, you have to keep your word. If I can draw a topographic map for you, you have to give me your oriole bird."
The boy squatted down so that he could look at the little girl. "Nanxing, as long as you can draw the map, I'll not only give you my oriole but also capture more for you!"
The girl frowned, "We shan't catch them anymore. I want your oriole bird because I want to let it go. My mom said we couldn't deprive any living beings of their freedom. I pity the bird which is locked in a cage."
