Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,Wang Ming sighed inwardly, then turned and went into the house to look for something edible. Soon, the sound of rummaging through drawers and boxes came from inside the house.,The gurgling water soon filled the entire hut. Through the translucent plastic curtain, one could see a dark silhouette twisting in the water, humming a little tune as if quite content.。