"Brother Runsheng, let's eat and rest."
"Okay."
Li Zhiyuan and Run Sheng sat down on a long strip of stone. Run Sheng opened his backpack, took out food and drinks, and laid them out in front of them, then waved towards the fool in front and shouted:
"Come eat!"
The fool turned his head, grinning and mimicking the small swallow, running left and then right, finally settling down opposite Li Zhiyuan and sitting down.
Throughout the journey, the fool was very happy and excited, singing and dancing incessantly, not feeling tired at all.
Run Sheng lit a "Cigar," then took out some compressed biscuits and started eating.
The fool watched Run Sheng hungrily with curiosity, staring until he drooled.
Run Sheng handed him the cigar he was holding and asked, "Want a bite?"
The fool took it, and mimicking Run Sheng, bit the unlit end. He chewed twice, his face turned bitter, and he didn't giggle.
"Ptui, ptui, ptui!"
The fool spit and retched.
