At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,Outside the village, on the embankment of a canal, three teenage boys were beating up a thin boy of thirteen or fourteen.,He was slender, with a mole on the corner of his right eye that looked like a drop of red. With that mole as an adornment, he was very handsome.。