Hua Chen

The first month of summer vacation had just begun. Ahead lay ninety whole days without a phone or internet connection. Hua Cheng didn't like the village food, and the people here were strange. Every time, to avoid having to work in the garden, Hua Cheng would sneak out of his grandmother's house. And she loved her grandson so much! However, Sanlang himself didn't care. After this peculiar exile to the village, he had completely faded. Before, his days were filled with various get-togethers and parties from morning until night, and now...what? In a word: Boring.
The sun was already setting as Hua Cheng lounged idle in the hayloft. Clutching a dry blade of grass between his snow-white teeth, he dreamed of returning to his hometown.