In September, the sky is about to break with a light color.
Jingtong opened his eyes suddenly, and what rushed into his ears was the sharp cry of the child downstairs.
Looking at the sky, she exhaled a breath. There was just a glimmer of light in the sky, and she could still sleep for a while. The wind blows the curtains, bringing with it the slightly damp breath of early autumn morning.
As soon as I closed my eyes, the scene before I woke up appeared in my mind - an unknown plant that had just sprouted on the purple soil. Actually, it's blood red. There seemed to be voices saying something.
What to say?
"Tong..."