Muzi went with his grandmother to have a drink at Bamao's house. Muzi ate a bowl of rice and slipped out.
Muzi, who was squatting in the corner of the courtyard gate, broke off a branch, lowered his head, and peeled off the green bark of the branch one by one. He patiently followed the grain of the wood with his fingers to tear apart the branches, leaving his hands full of green juice, which was sticky and smelly.
"What are you doing?"
Muzi, who was having fun, heard a strange voice coming from above and panicked. Then he looked up and saw a boy about the same age as himself. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head, paying no attention to this person.
"What are you doing? Is this fun?" The boy asked again, adding something else.
This time, Muzi answered the first question.
"I'm making a brush."
"Writing brush? Is that the writing thing?"
"Yeah."
"You are so awesome! You can actually make a brush!"
"Yeah."
"Then can you make a writing brush and give it to me?"
Muzi was a little hesitant, but when she saw the boy's expression of admiration and envy, thinking that she would never see him again anyway, she thought for a few seconds and agreed to him, but she also left some way out for herself.
"Yes, but making a brush is very complicated and takes time."
"You are so kind! You will be my friend from now on! My name is Shitou, what is your name?"
"Ah? My, my name is Muzi."
——"Stone, come out and play!" A voice came from outside.
"Will you hang out with us?"
"No, thank you."
"Then let's play together next time."
…
What Muzi didn't know was that this stupid boy who would never meet again was a student in the same school or a classmate with her. She was chased and pestered by this persistent stupid boy for a long time to take away the agreed-upon writing brush.
…
This is the first encounter between Muzi and Shitou.
What Muzi didn't know was that this stupid boy who would never meet again was a student in the same school or a classmate with her. She was chased and pestered by this persistent stupid boy for a long time to take away the agreed-upon writing brush.
"I'll give you a writing brush."
"No, I want a brush made by your hand."
"... I lied to you then."
"You didn't lie to me."
This conversation was repeated countless times.
——
Later, Bamao closed the mountain and Muzi returned to the forest.
Concept: Ordinary people are also different