Water Flows to Higher Places

About This Novel

Before dawn, Sun Yongan went out carrying the bucket. The light blue morning mist hid the town. The town is called Puguang. It was a famous temple many years ago. It was called Puguang Temple at that time. The sound of wooden fish and chanting continued for hundreds of years. At the beginning of the last century, an unknown fire burned the temple to ashes. Since then, the monks have left and the incense has been cut off. When the fluffy spring grass emerges from the black ashes, the land returns to secular life again and becomes a distribution center for supplies in the middle reaches of the Qingxi River. Because it is surrounded by mountains and rivers, fog often forms over the town. Sometimes, the fog lingers in the early evening and does not dissipate until the afternoon of the next day. The street lights were dim and could not illuminate the houses or the soles of their feet. Sun Yongan walked through several short alleys based on his feelings, walked past the playground, went down a section of dirt slope lined with acacias, and then crossed a road to reach the old street. The old street is a stone street, and his footsteps in cloth shoes are very solid and lonely.

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