The July sun scorches the dirt roads in the mountain village.
Su Shining squatted in front of the canteen at the entrance of the village, holding a popsicle in her hand and licking it slowly.
The popsicles were old popsicles costing one yuan. They were a bit too sweet, but she ate them very seriously.
Aunt Zhao next to her was passing by with a vegetable basket, glanced at her, and sighed: "Girl Ning, did your father drink and cause trouble again last night?"
Su Shining didn't raise her head: "Yeah."
"Oh, what a sin." Aunt Zhao shook her head and left.
Su Shining took the last bite of the popsicle and threw the stick into the trash can.
She stood up, patted the dust on her jeans, and squinted at the winding road at the entrance of the village.
A cloud of dust rose at the end of the road.
A black Maybach was slowly approaching. In this small mountain village where even minivans were rare, the car seemed to have come from another world.
Su Shining's eyes narrowed.
Coming.
