"Hiss... hiss..."
The old horse foamed at the mouth, let out a weak whinny, was suddenly yanked by the reins, stopped, and turned its head, looking with its owner at the 'thing' trying to hide by the roadside.
"Still alive, boy?"
The Soldier Master's eyelids lifted slightly, momentarily contemplative: "It's rather tough on you."
"...Not tough, not tough."
Old Tang's face twitched repeatedly, scarcely restraining himself, glancing at him: "Are you here... to work?"
"Take a look, take another look..."
The Soldier Master smacked his lips, listless: "Damn these bastards, always calling me to clean up. Those damned petty things, anyone who wants to do them can do them, I'm tired!"
"Well then..."
Tang Qian wiped his sweat, lowered his head: "I'll leave you to it."
"..."
The Soldier Master withdrew his gaze, waved the reins, and rode the half-dead old horse forward, leaving only a final word, "Come early, I'll be waiting."
Tang Qian remained silent, saying not a word.
