The backdrop can also be propped up.

Besides wisteria, there are also willow trees planted along the river. The slender willow branches hang down from the trees and sway gently in the breeze, like exquisitely crafted green hair ties.

As she walked, Lin Huanming snapped out of her thoughts, sensing that something was amiss.

Some people are treated as outcasts and excluded from the crowd.

Lin Huanming's eyes swept over everyone coming and going, and finally settled on a boy sitting by the flower bed, picking at the leaves of the purplish-red shrubs in the flower bed.

The boy was only wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, but there were some words printed on the shirt. Lin Huanming looked at it and it seemed to be a phone number.

Lin Huanming squinted and walked a little closer, confirming that the numbers on the boy's body were indeed a phone number.

Generally speaking, no one would wander the streets wearing clothes with a phone number printed on them, unless that person has something wrong with them.

Just like elderly people suffering from Alzheimer's disease, they forget who they are and where they are. Sometimes they go out for a walk and forget the way home. So their families embroider phone numbers on their clothes so that kind people can call them to take them home.

"This boy must be in a similar situation," Lin Huanming thought, and walked over to the boy.

There was someone sitting next to him, but the boy didn't seem to care much. He was still tugging at the purplish-red leaves in the flower bed, lost in his own world.

Lin Huanming looked at it for a while, wrote down the phone number, and then dialed it with his mobile phone.

I thought I might have to wait a while, but to my surprise, the other end answered the phone immediately: "Hello! Have you found a child?"

"Yes, that's right, a child, looks about thirteen or fourteen years old." Lin Huanming looked at the child picking leaves and guessed his age—children these days eat very well and can grow very tall at a young age. Some children are even healthier and look no different from 12 years old at the age of 10.

"Is he wearing a necklace around his neck, with a gold chain and a safety lock on it?" Upon hearing Lin Huanming's words, the person on the other end eagerly asked for more details.

"Wait a minute, let me take a look," Lin Huanming replied. "He was facing the flower bed, picking leaves, so I couldn't see what he was carrying."

"Then, then, he has a beauty mark on his face!" the person opposite said anxiously, "It's on his left eye, there's a very big one."

"Let me see," Lin Huanming replied, walking around to the left side of the boy's face to take a look, and said, "Yes, there is indeed a beauty mark under his eye."

"Okay, thank you. Where are you now?" the woman on the other end asked anxiously.

"Wandering along the bamboo stream." Lin Huanming turned his head to look around, trying to find a more specific reference point, and then he saw a group of people doing square dancing in front of him.

"A group of people were doing square dancing, holding red and purple fans. In front of them was a small blue elephant speaker."

"Okay, thank you, I'll be right there." Lin Huanming heard the sound of footsteps coming from the phone; the sound of the door closing and the clinking of keys were probably the noise of keys clanging.

Lin Huanming didn't hang up the phone; he kept the call going and continued looking at the boy next to him.

The boy plucked a large number of leaves from the bushes, then ran to another patch of green bushes and began plucking leaves from that patch.

Then the boy held up some green shrub leaves mixed with some purple and red leaves, muttering, "I want to be a chef, I'm cooking, I'm going to add oil now," while his hands kept stirring the leaves.