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I was silent for a moment and quietly asked, "How old is your boss?"
He smiled and replied, "He will be 38 next year."
"Ah?"
I was surprised. "He's 18 years older than you."
"Yeah."
"He is handsome and looks very young."
I laughed and said, "He is 18 years older than Sister."
He paused slightly.
His face turned red.
He hurriedly stood up.
He whispered, "I... I need to go now."
He turned and left.
I was stunned.
Did I say something wrong?
To make up for Huang Xin's terrible sneakers, I specifically asked Sister to help make a pair.
While Sister was making the shoes, I was assisting her from the side.
As she was sewing, she suddenly asked me, "Zhao Di, do you like Huang Xin?"
I was taken aback.
My face flushed slightly.
I stammered, "I... I don't."
"You..."
"I..."
I lowered my head.
Feeling awkward, I said, "I... I just feel like I owe him a favor."
She was silent for a moment and then quietly said, "When the boss comes back, I'll ask him to introduce someone."
"Ah?"
I panicked and said, "No... that's not necessary!"
She looked at me in confusion.
I awkwardly explained, "I... I don't plan on getting married."
She hesitated to speak.
I sighed.
My feelings were complicated.
After a moment of silence, I stood up.
I softly said, "I'm going out for a bit."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm... I'm going to sell something."
"You..."
"I'll be back soon."
I lowered my head and hurried away.
With my backpack on, I arrived at the bustling commercial street.
I found a corner and took out the handmade crafts from my backpack.
All these crafts were made by Sister; she is very skilled and good at making these things.
I set up a stall on the street to help Sister sell her goods.
Her handmade crafts are exquisite and inexpensive, so they sell quickly.
In less than an hour, I sold everything.
I packed up and planned to wait for Huang Xin.
I wanted to treat him to a meal to thank him.
Suddenly, I saw a group of street wanderers gathered ahead.
Most of those wanderers were men, dressed in rags and looking unkempt.
They were surrounding a small child who was curled up on the ground, looking terrified at the men.
The men were kicking and hitting him, even spitting on him.
I was furious.
I rushed over.
"Stop it!"
The men glanced at me impatiently and said, "What’s it to you?"
I coldly replied, "Aren't you ashamed to bully a child with so many of you?"
"You..."
"Get lost!"
"You..."
They glared at me fiercely, as if they wanted to pounce on me and hit me.
I was not afraid at all.
I glared back at them and turned to leave.
As I walked away, I took the small child with me.
He was trembling and closely followed behind me.
I brought him back home.
I boiled a pot of hot water and led him to the bathroom.
I said softly, "You should take a shower."
He kept his head down and didn't say a word.
He tightly clutched half a piece of bread in his hand.
He was dirty and smelled bad; it was clear that he had wet himself.
I sighed.
I pushed him into the bathroom.
I whispered, "I'll go find you some clothes."
I turned and walked away.
I went to find Sister.
Sister was sewing.
When she saw me return, she smiled and said, "Back already?"
I quietly replied, "I picked up a little child."
She paused for a moment.
I awkwardly added, "I... I felt sorry for him..."
She chuckled softly.
"It's okay."
"Did you give him a bath?"
"I'll go help him wash up."
She stood up.
She said softly, "You go make dinner."
"I'll help him with his clothes."
She left.
I made dinner.
I cooked spicy stir-fried meat and also stir-fried an eggplant.
I served three bowls of rice.
Me, Sister, and that little child, we ate together.
During dinner, the little child kept his head down and didn't say a word.
I picked up a piece of meat for him, and he cried.
I was taken aback.
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