The wind in July, with a hint of laziness, blew past the tomato plants with red fruits hanging in the corner of the courtyard.
Water gushes out from the mouth of the plastic pipe, refracting fine iridescent light in the sunlight, and pours into the slightly warm soil, stirring up a burst of earthy fragrance.
Fang Chen rolled up his sleeves and enjoyed the tranquility that could not be found in the city.
This is the third month since he returned home.
