An orange straw hat flipped in the wind and soon fell into the nearby ditch.
A boy who was catching small fish and shrimp suddenly saw a hat in front of him. He immediately picked it up and looked at the road.
"Sister, is this your hat?"
"Yes, thank you."
Nian Shutong had already gotten off the vehicle and ran over a few steps to thank the little boy.
The boy was very clever. Holding the hat, he said, "Sister, wait a moment."
Nian Shutong watched the boy, holding her hat, run a few steps to a spot where the water was slightly clearer. There, he scooped up some clean water and rinsed off the mud sticking to the hat.
He turned the hat inside out and checked it several times, ensuring he had washed it clean before running back barefoot.
"Here you go, sister."
A small body, a big smile.
"Thank you so much."
Nian Shutong thanked him again, even considering giving the boy something, though nothing too valuable seemed appropriate.
"It's nothing!"
