Mi Qiu's Slow Time
by Xiaoqiu
About This Novel
At this time, the sun has set on the horizon, and the rays of light in the western sky are as gorgeous as a watercolor painting. The breath of dusk was slowly spreading, and a black truck in the distance was like a fast squirming insect, spitting out a stream of gray-white smoke, and disappeared from sight again with a squeaking sound. A truck lost its memory, treating itself like a rocket, roaring across the narrow road behind it. The rising dust filled the air and formed a vast banner, which faded away reluctantly after a long time. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, with no dogs barking or urchins playing or crying. The noise at dusk suddenly receded into a very distant place. Mi Qiu was a little dazed, as if she was crossing from one world to another. The clear sky and green mountains in the distance, the jagged buildings and lush trees nearby, and the red soil under her feet turned into a layered ink painting in her consciousness. Liu Mengzhi, who was holding a bucket in front of him, was like a silhouette, melting into the dusk. Like a certain shot in a movie, the freeze frame after being opened has an indescribable flavor, simple and quiet.
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