Elf: I Can Control Billions of Totems

The boy looked out the window and murmured. The room was dark, with no lights on. Anyway, there was no one else at home except him. In the Mid-Autumn Festival without family members, no matter how many lights are turned on, it will not be bright. It just looks cooler now. The old pendulum clock in the house was ticking. The boy was lying on the desk, looking at the rain outside the window, listening to the patter of rain, his deep and leisurely eyes gradually lost focus, and seemed to be lost in memories. The green leaves outside the window are covered with red pomegranates. When the rain hits, the overwhelmed branches sway with the pomegranates, giving people a very hard but gratifying sense of satisfaction... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.