Standing before the school gate, Chen Xiaolian looked at the thin youngster before him.
The thin youngster wore thick work uniform, but was fully drenched in mud water.
His hair was thinning, his chin angular with a sparse amount of stubble upon it. He gave off the image of a dirty person.
“What is your name?”
No answer.
“How old are you?”
No answer.
“Where do you live?”
The youngster’s eyes gave a slight flicker and he pointed toward the school.
“You live in the school?”
He did not answer and only quietly nodded his head.
“Do those people always bully you?”
The youngster looked at Chen Xiaolian, a numb expression revealed upon his face. It was as though there was no reaction from him.
Chen Xiaolian gave a bitter smile and rubbed his nose. “I say, back then, I helped you out. Shouldn’t you at least say thank you?”
“… thank you,” The youngster replied in an indifferent and stiff voice.
