During the yellow plum season, small towns in the south of the Yangtze River are always extremely humid. The moss on the stone roads crawls out of the cracks, and the oil-green leaves stick to the ground, giving off a rotten smell. The yellow flags welcoming visitors on both sides of the shop drooped down during the windless day. The sound of sawing and scraping could occasionally be heard in the workshop. Bacon enema and washed clothes were hung together to dry. In this season, everything turned moldy, and the whole world looked lifeless.
"Anting Guan" is a unique yin and yang industry in small towns, collecting money to eliminate disasters. Today's students have all grown up with scientific education, and fewer and fewer young people believe in Anding Guan. Only the older generation still regards it as a living god.
Tao Baihua considers herself to be a half-hearted settler, with water vapor in her peach-blossom eyes, and looks lazy and unseemly in front of everyone and ghosts.
In the past, Tao Baihua was fearless and specialized in dangerous things. Now he can no longer afford it. He found that his body was very fragile. After being injured, he felt increasingly powerless and just wanted to escape as soon as possible.
After hiding for two years, his junior brother Tao Mo took him out of his comfort zone and gave him only one sentence.
——"He's back."
The words were concise and concise, and others heard them like riddles. Tao Baihua felt a sudden surge of blood in his forehead, and his whole body was screaming with excitement. He was trembling, and his legs were trembling. He didn't know whether it was fear or excitement. Tao Mo stepped forward and gently supported him, with a rare look of worry on his wooden face.