Qin Qingyuan took a step back to avoid the woman's outstretched hand. He was smiling and speaking politely. He looked at people like an innocent deer, which made people feel pity for him. It made people ignore his actions just now.
"I have been lying down a lot these days. My body is a little sore and tired. The weather is good today. I'm out to bask in the sun to get rid of the mold. I'll also pick up some firewood to go home."
"Hey, I think you should take your mother and sister to the temple to burn incense and pray. What is gone is bad luck."
The woman said again, but was pulled by the person beside her. She glared at the person in dissatisfaction. "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"Uncles and Aunties, you guys continue chatting. I'll be going back now. My mother is still waiting at home."
Qin Qingyuan still had a gentle smile on his face, as if he didn't hear what she had just said. He bowed to everyone again, turned around, and left.
