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Just after the Spring Festival, summer is rushing over impatiently, and the sun is getting hotter day by day. In front of the tall derrick, in a third-floor office of a new office building, Su Xing had been sitting at the table for a long time. He flipped magazines and newspapers back and forth in his hands, but could not read a single word. However, there was an irritating thing flowing in his body, which made him feel that the room was dim, the time was dim, and he was also dim. In fact, the sun came from the west with high-intensity light, facing him right in front of him, almost completely covering him. He closed the curtains, but they were thin and could not block the sunlight and the heat waves they brought. The air volume of the air conditioner has been set to the maximum, the temperature is set at 16 degrees, and the air flow from the two exhaust fans does not seem to be cool. This afternoon seemed to be filled with emotions, bloated and lingering.

To be honest, I still believe that there is such a thing as "fate" in this world. Although I was born in a new society, I went to higher education and received numerous atheistic educations. Especially today, the heavy snow flying all over the sky is falling stubbornly, layer by layer, as if it is going to completely bury the entire world. As a long line of ant-like people like us, walking in the vast white fields, my sense of fate is even stronger. I truly feel that there is an omnipresent force that is firmly controlling us, and we can only follow the established trajectory. In my understanding, Jiang Yushui and my cousin Wu Xiaofeng have never believed in fate. They are always confronting reality, us and society. The snow is falling more and more happily. The wind has become much lighter, and it doesn't make people feel cold when it blows on their faces. It doesn't feel like a winter wind at all.

The gunfire rang out in the latter part of the night. The night in the countryside seemed to be covered by a huge curtain, and the silence was suffocating. The sudden sound of gunshots was like a sharp knife, cutting a big hole in the thick and tight curtain, causing the town called Wanjiafan to boil like boiling water. Xu Shengfang was not awakened by the gunfire. For several days in a row, he had not been sleeping well. Not only was he unable to sleep well, his mind was also unstable and he was in a trance during the day and night. Sometimes I open a book and read a few lines. For a long time, my eyes are still on those lines, but my thoughts don't know where to go, as if I am vaguely worried about a certain sound or event, and secretly looking forward to it. This is the 18th year of the Republic of China. According to the current AD calendar, it is 1929.