It was almost summer, and at a tea stall on the outskirts of Beijing, a waiter was drowsy.
The early summer sun shone in and made people feel warm all over. The man nodded his head, and several mosquitoes nearby were looking at this big fat pig in their eyes and wanted to go up and suck it.
'Shopkeeper? ' His voice was clear and his tone was gentle, as if he wanted to test whether the boy was asleep.
The waiter was already very annoyed by the noise from a few mosquitoes nearby. Hearing this call, he sat up. The mosquitoes around me scattered in all directions.
The little guy was still sleepy, rubbed the gum in the corner of his eyes, and walked forward in a daze.
I saw a young man in front of the table, about fourteen or fifteen years old. He was wearing beige linen clothes with a crisp cut. He had a wooden hairpin on his head. His waist was straight and he had no other decorations on his body. He was looking up and smiling at him. He has clear eyebrows and a pair of bright eyes, with clear distinction between black and white. He has a gentle appearance, but he has a pair of lips that are thinner than ordinary people, which adds a bit of inhumanity to his life.