The City of Angeles in the United States has a 75-mile long coastline and many world-famous surfing spots. Venice Beach is one of the best beaches in the City of Angeles, with the only seaside boulevard that eclipses the Pacific Ocean.

In addition to being a paradise for surfing enthusiasts, Venice Beach is also a great place to enjoy the bright sunshine. Luo Wenyuan and his two companions found a seaside restaurant and chose an open-air seat. They ate while enjoying the beautiful scenery of the beach and fully experiencing the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

On the beach across from the restaurant, many tourists in swimsuits gathered in groups of three or four, either sitting or lying down, sunbathing or playing various beach games. A family of four was playing beach volleyball: the five- or six-year-old daughter was with her mother, and the ten-year-old son was with his father. They were vying for the ball and having a blast.

Qingshan took a sip of the fragrant hand-ground coffee and looked up at the blue sea. From time to time, huge waves rolled up on the sea. At this time, brave people would stand on the waves on their surfboards, enjoying the excitement and satisfaction brought by surfing.

At this moment, Qingshan suddenly saw a man staggering out of the sea. Unlike those surfers who were wearing one-piece swimsuits, he was wearing ordinary clothes, which were so dirty that the original color could not be seen. They were wet and stuck to his body. His hair and beard were also ridiculously long. He looked like a homeless person.

A big wave came up and pushed the homeless man to the beach. He used his hands and feet to finally leave the sea and walked towards the shore. The dirty and thin figure of the homeless man was very conspicuous among the group of tourists who were laughing and talking, so Qingshan's eyes followed him all the time.

When the homeless man was about to reach the wooden boardwalk on the shore, a volleyball with yellow, white and blue stripes rolled over and gently hit his foot. The homeless man slowly bent down, picked up the volleyball and held it in his hand, staring at the ball in a daze with a dull look in his eyes.

A little white boy ran over from a distance and wanted to pick up the volleyball, but when he saw the homeless man's dirty hair and beard, he looked hesitant and didn't dare to come forward.

The little boy was well-educated. Instead of shouting, he politely said to the homeless man, "Sir, can I have my ball back, please?" After saying that, he gave a timid smile, looking very likable.

The homeless man seemed to be slow in his movements and stared at the ball for a long time before slowly turning his gaze to the little boy standing two meters away from him.

"Hey! Jimmy, what's going on?"

The boy's father saw his son standing with a homeless man from afar and felt uneasy, so he walked over and asked loudly.

"Nothing, Dad. I'm just asking this gentleman for my ball back."

The boy's father put his arm around the boy's shoulders and held his son close to him. The man stared at the volleyball in the homeless man's hand and said, "Sir, please give me the ball back!"

The tramp remained indifferent, staring at the little boy's face, which seemed to be filled with surging emotions.

The man looked the homeless man up and down, then suddenly realized what was going on. He pulled a twenty-dollar bill from the pocket of his beach pants, handed it to the homeless man, and said, "Sir, can I exchange this with you?"

Seeing this scene, Qingshan smiled. Buying a new volleyball would cost less than twenty dollars. The man probably wanted to give money to the homeless man, but didn't want the other party to think it was alms, so he offered to exchange it for the volleyball.

Qingshan felt that his mood, which had been disturbed by racists in Chinatown just now, had improved again. There are still many heartwarming things in this world.

Qingshan patted Luo Wenyuan's arm, motioning him to look over there, but the moment Luo Wenyuan turned his head, things took an unexpected turn.