The morning sun shone through the gaps of leaves and fell on the grass, and serpent man sat under an old locust tree. The upper body is wearing a white-washed cotton shirt, with casually rolled up to the forearm. The exposed skin is light brown as it is always outdoor activities, and there are several shallow lines on the neck, revealing traces of life.
The scales of his snake's tail are dark green, with an undetectable matte edge, which is casually laid on the grass, and the tip of his tail occasionally swept across the fallen leaves on the ground, making a tiny sound. Next to me was a rattan basket containing half a piece of wheat cake and a stone pottery kettle. The water vapor condensed into small drops of water on the wall of the kettle and slowly slid down.
Not far away, several children were chasing and fighting, and laughter drifted in the wind. Serpent Man turned his head slightly, his eyes falling on them, his eyes calm, without deliberate attention, but it seemed as if he had taken in all the movements around him. The sunlight slowly moved on him, and the shadow of the shirt and the snake's tail overlapped together, creating a quiet picture on the grass.
