A Collection of Human Horror Stories

It's a short story, no ghosts, it's completely about human nature. The scorching sun shows no mercy at all and shines violently on the world, as if it is showing off its supreme status. The old man is leaning on the edge of the village. He lowered his head, and the people coming and going seemed to have nothing to do with him. The obese savage huddled in the corner with his belly bulging, avoiding the scorching sun. It wasn't until sunset that the old man shuffled back to his residence. The old man's surname was Qian, and he was a simple farmer. A candle was suddenly lit, illuminating the old man's wrinkled face. The surrounding furniture was in dilapidated condition and the corners were covered with spider webs. The candlelight flickered, and the surroundings were eerie. A tear slipped down his cheek unconsciously. The old man lowered his head and fell into deep thought... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.