Wednesday, noon.
The single-story brick houses by the River Dam stood far away from the hustle and bustle.
Warm, golden sunlight fell before the doorway, casting a cozy and bright patch of light and shadow. Uncle Zhang sat at the entrance cracking pumpkin seeds, chatting idly with Grandpa Tang and Teacher Qian. Nearby, the Bawang dog lay flat on the ground, dozed half-awake. What a picture of idyllic human peace.
Chapter 724