"Haha, I bet you all don't understand this."
Gu Tao was sitting cross-legged on the rooftop, his head bent low as he crafted a model airplane from aluminum scraps on the ground. Around him, almost thirty children were gathered, including Yin Rong, some street kids, and boys and girls from the Taixu Pavilion. They were dressed in plain clothes, watching Gu Tao with curiosity as he assembled the model plane.
"Just wait and see it fly."
"Braggart," a little girl with pigtails pouted, "It's just a pile of rusty metal. There's no way it can fly."
This child was one of the girls from the Taixu Pavilion. Everyone there viewed Gu Tao as a kind of demon and dared not express their anger, yet these children seemed not to fear him at all. In the last few days, when Gu Tao didn't have much to do, he naturally became the leader of this group of kids. He didn't mind it, sometimes spending the whole day with them, and most of the time he would end up as dirty as they were.
