"You won't throw things at the big, tough Brother Zheng, so you decide to pelt this Little Monk instead!"
"You're just picking on an honest person!"
Ruchen was himself again. Muttering under his breath, he plucked the vegetable leaves from his bald head and tossed them to the ground. He scratched his head, completely baffled.
The Monk and the Mighty Man exchanged a look of bewilderment.
"You two gentlemen."
The boy, who had put his mask back on to hide his face, had been secretly observing Ruchen and Zheng Xiu. Seeing that Zheng Xiu didn't seem completely unreasonable, he finally mustered his courage and spoke cautiously. "You're from outside the town, aren't you?"
Zheng Xiu nodded.
