Although August was hot, there were times when it rained.
Zheng Tan squatted in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside. A fist-sized toad moved serenely from one side of the nearby concrete road to the other.
Outside, the air was filled with the calls of frogs.
Little Youzi lay on the table drawing, the electric fan had also stopped, and the wind from outside carried moisture, making it quite cool.
Zheng Tan looked in the direction of Wild Pond, wondering where that little girl would go today.
Recently, Little Youzi and her group had only gone shrimp fishing every few days, not every day to Wild Pond, but Zheng Tan had time to go over and help the little girl when he could. On clear days, the little girl would fish for shrimp at Wild Pond; as for rainy days, she might be catching frogs. Despite her frail appearance, Zheng Tan had seen her kill a snake as thick as a finger with a broken sickle just a few days ago.
