"A Liang, come here!"
Dad's voice was rough as if it had been ground by a grinding wheel, but it carried a reassuring power.
A Liang put down the half-eaten dry wheat cake in his hand and trotted over. Today's sun is extremely poisonous and makes people's skin ache. The air was filled with the smell of stone powder mixed with sweat. After smelling it for a long time, the back of the tongue felt bitter.
Dad was standing in front of a huge blue stone that had just been dug out. This stone was as big as half a room, and its surface was as smooth as a mirror. He didn't look at A Liang, his eyes seemed to be glued to the stone, and the hand covered with calluses and cracks was gently, almost tenderly stroking the surface of the stone.
"Dad, what are you looking at?" Ah Liang asked curiously.
