Wedge
The rain is a bit lingering and the village is a bit quaint.
Pitter-pattering water drops fell on every inch of land in the streets and alleys, and a wet mist filled this ink-like Jiangnan village. Everything was quiet, with no roosters crowing, dogs barking, or footsteps under the oil-paper umbrellas in the past. There was only the sound of rain hitting the river, fat banana leaves, and the ticking of tile ridges.
Everything seemed so mysterious and unpredictable. No one would notice that thick smoke mixed with mist emerged from a house, black clouds rolled, and fire dragons roared into the sky. The huge house turned into magma-like powder in an instant, and the huge village turned into a sea of fire in an instant. It seemed that what was falling was not rain but oil. The bright red light illuminated the sky, and the silence was not broken from beginning to end. The beams of the house that were bathed in flames fell down like rotten bones, and along with the rain, there was a strong smell of burnt meat.
"Dad... Mom... Where are you?" A little boy had just come back from relieving himself outside the house. Suddenly, he saw thick smoke everywhere, flames shining into the sky, and his home was wiped out in the flames. The hot air waves pushed back the child who tried to rush in time and time again. His face was completely black, and even the hem and back of his clothes were burned away, leaving little traces of firelight.
"Brother Zixuan... Zixuan... Brother..." The boy looked towards the familiar voice. A little girl was put on the shoulders of a man in white clothes, crying and screaming his name.
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