The odd pair was back at it again. With a lollipop dangling from her lips, Qiao An wandered through the streets and alleys, with the yellow dog, Huang Mao, in tow, gnawing on a large bone.
One moment, she'd be chatting with a kitten peeking out from a windowsill; the next, she'd be squatting by a trash can, striking up a conversation with a little mouse.
Even the neighbors who passed by found the clean, cute-looking little girl a bit out of place, but ultimately, no one stopped her.
Just as it was getting dark, an old man cooling himself downstairs couldn't bear to watch any longer and waved her over.
Seeing someone call out to her, Qiao An trotted right over and sat down beside him as if they were old friends.
"Can I help you, sir?"
The chuckling old man fanned himself with a cattail fan. As if just making small talk, he suddenly said,
"Young lady, it's not safe here at night. You should leave quickly."
'Keywords: night, unsafe…'
