"I come from the mountains, bringing orchid plants..."
The melodious singing came from afar.
The crisp voice of a child, carrying a hint of a metallic noise due to the poor-quality sound system.
A sprinkler truck painted in blue and white slowly drove by, spraying thin streams of water to both sides of the street.
"You're in trouble now."
The French Plane Tree suddenly spoke.
"What do you mean?"
"The sprinkler truck is here to clean up the dirty things."
It had a look of schadenfreude.
"And you are that dirty thing."
"That's perfect, I haven't bathed in days."
Liu Zheng replied.
The plant rot smell on him grew stronger, and it was unclear whether it was because he hadn't bathed or because his nature was changing.
"You still think about taking a bath?"
The French Plane Tree laughed out loud a few times.
A tree root burst out of the ground, flinging a colossal mole corpse.
The mole drew a long parabola and landed right next to the sprinkler truck.
