"Zhang Qingyu, come here for a sec." I waved at Zhang Qingyu.
"What's up?"
"Look at your doll, it's already like this. You might as well just throw it away." I didn't tell him about the thing I had just seen at a fixed time, after all, I wasn't certain what the scene I saw represented.
"Throw it away? Don't you think it has more of an artistic feel to it now?" Zhang Qingyu glanced at the doll on the desk, tilted his head up slightly towards me, seemingly with a hint of smugness.
"Oh, well, if you find anything wrong with that doll, you better throw it away at once, no, just burn it." Since he wasn't willing to dispose of it, I couldn't insist, so I simply reminded him.
"Anything wrong with it? It's just a doll, how could there be anything wrong?" Zhang Qingyu seemed to scorn the idea, clearly not taking my words seriously.