Shanchengnan

That rainy night, he passed through the streets and alleys of the small town. Passing through countless forks, some places were passed over and over again. The umbrella had already disappeared in the rush, and the rainwater dripped down my hair, cheeks, and arms into the puddles on the roadside. Some rain fell into his eyes, and the rainwater mixed with tears, making it difficult to distinguish raindrops from teardrops. His eyes were bloodshot. He screamed, but the sound was soon drowned out by the rain. The car passed by him, splashing water on Lao Gao, and he was covered in mud, making him look extremely miserable. Helplessness and confusion filled his mind, and he tried his best to let his vocal cords make a hoarse sound from his mouth, as if he was saying something. People avoided him and looked at him like a madman. It wasn't until he fell on the street that people put away their gaze and fled in large strides. He had never been exposed to such cold rain, and he had never felt that the small town So big.