"Snap! Snap!"
Chan Zi silently split the bamboo, joined the bamboo raft, covered it with a straw mat, and shouted, "Off you go!," sending Ah Gou onto the lake.
Chen Xuantian stood with his hands in his pockets watching, and said quietly,
"Just throw him like that? Not going to bury him somewhere?"
"Even if buried, the monsters will dig it up."
Chan Zi wiped his nose, turned around to tidy up the tiles on the ground, and reassembled the collapsed shack.
Chen Xuantian didn't come to help; instead, he sat rocking among the reeds,
"Actually, he's not wrong. When you're weak, it's okay to bow your head for a while. Wait until you're strong to flip the table. What's that phrase again? Thirty years east of the river, thirty years to the west; don't belittle the young and poor."
Chan Zi glanced sideways over.
Chen Xuantian spread his hands,
