The woman pulled me very affectionately and said to the female worker: "This is our child. I got the report card a few days ago. His grades were not good. I criticized him, so he ran away from home like others."
I entered the yurt and sat on a chair.
There were three men inside, two of them were punching each other, and their faces were red.
The woman winked at another man with a fierce face, and then said to me enthusiastically: "Are you hungry? See what you like to eat, and eat some quickly."
My stomach growled several times again. There was a pot of grilled fish on the table, as well as several dishes, including shrimps and crabs, and the rice was crystal clear and soft. My stomach growled more and more.
But I didn't recognize the person in front of me, so I didn't dare to move my chopsticks. I blinked at her, opened my mouth, and found that there was no sound.
"Stop looking, let's eat quickly. Oh, it's so pitiful that a little girl is outside by herself on such a cold day..." The woman muttered, then removed the bowls and chopsticks for me, and put the shrimps and grilled fish in my hands.
In the bowl, he urged: "Eat quickly."
I wanted to believe that there were kind-hearted people in the world. I smiled gratefully at her, and when I touched the wound on my face, I hissed in pain, took the chopsticks she handed me, and started eating slowly.
The two men punching each other were slightly drunk, and I heard them talking in a dialect I couldn't understand. I didn't know what they were talking about, but they both laughed.
Then they noticed my presence and turned to look at me, not hiding the disgust in their eyes.
One asked: "Where did the stray cat come from?"
The woman who brought me in glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense!" She comforted me and said, "Eat quickly. When you're full, Auntie will take you home to take a shower and change clothes."
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her for a while, then shook my head and refused.
Maybe there are kind-hearted people in the world, but neither of those two men like me. The man sitting next to me, although he remained calm and didn’t say anything, he couldn’t see me at all. I don’t want women to be too
It's difficult, but I'm very grateful that she can give me a full meal.
Something flashed in the woman's eyes, and her tone returned to patience: "You can eat first. Auntie's family also has a few children of the same age as you. You will definitely get along very happily with them."
When the men stood up to check out, I wasn't full yet, but I knew they were leaving, so I stood up, bowed to the woman, and prepared to leave.
But the woman grabbed my arm and said, "Where are you going if you run out now? Come back with me. Come on, let's get in the car."
Ignoring the three men, the woman took my arm and got into the car.
As if she was angry because I didn't want to go with her, she pulled my arm until it hurt.
After slamming the car door shut, her expression suddenly changed, she wiped the hand she had just held me in disgust, threw the tissue out of the window, and yelled at the man who was still talking outside: "Are you leaving yet?"
I was frightened by her and reached out to pull the car door.
The woman was faster, held down my hand, pulled it back and said, "Are you going to die?"
The man quickly got into the car, put a cigarette in his mouth, and started the car.
I looked at the woman in horror and asked her where she wanted to take me.
The woman did not reply, but said to the man directly: "I didn't expect to pick one up while eating, but it's a pity that he is mute."
I looked at her in horror. The woman who kindly pulled me in for dinner disappeared. In a blink of an eye, she was replaced by the woman with a sharp face and cold eyes.
The man said: "What does it matter? Being mute can win the sympathy of others..."
