The cicadas on the banyan tree by the pond are calling for summer.
On the swing next to the playground, only the butterfly rested on it
The teacher's chalk on the blackboard is still chattering away.
Waiting for the end of get out of class, waiting for the end of school, waiting for the game of childhood
Welfare clubs have everything except half a dime in their pockets
Who among Zhuge Shiro and the Devil Party got the sword?
Why hasn't that boy from the next class passed my window yet?
The snacks in your mouth, the comics in your hands, the childhood of first love in your heart
No one knows why the sun always sets on the other side of the mountain
No one can tell me whether there are gods living in the mountains. People who have listened to this song will be curious, are there gods living in the mountains? Take you into the mountains and discover the strange legends and common misconceptions of the people in the mountains.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
