The rain in early summer came quickly, and the big raindrops hit the glazed tiles of Xuandemen, splashing fine water splashes, dripping along the animal heads on the eaves, and forming winding water marks on the bluestone slab. The pedestrians on the street have long since dispersed, except for a few flower vendors holding bamboo baskets, huddled under the red lacquer pillars and shivering, looking at the rolling dark clouds in the sky and praying secretly.
Thunder breaks out.
The purple-black lightning was like the claws of a giant dragon, tearing apart the lead-gray sky and hitting an inconspicuous house in the south of the city. The walls of the courtyard were mottled, and the word "Su Mansion" on the lintel had been eroded by the wind and rain and was blurred. At this moment, it was reflected palely by this strange lightning.
In the courtyard, in a simple study room, the young man who was originally lying on the desk suddenly twitched, and he whimpered like a trapped animal in his throat. He was wearing a coarse cloth shirt that had been washed white, his hair was messy and stuck to his sweaty forehead, and his face was as green as if he had just been fished out of the water.
