Wuli Village

The summer in Hecheng begins with the fallen leaves of camphor trees and catkins of sycamore trees. In the blink of an eye, everything was covered with shade. At the end of June, it was a hot summer day, and there happened to be a few heavy rains. The heat condensed together, making it sticky and stuffy. Under the eaves in early summer, Liu Shisan looked at the raindrops falling from the eaves, sneezed unconsciously, and said without narcissism, he felt like someone was thinking of me. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.