The setting sun is declining to the west, and the sky in the distance seems to be bloodstained red and gorgeous, which makes people panic.

The sunset lengthened the shadows of the three men, and the wind blew them over, rolling up the Loess on the ground and twisting the shadows.

The Lingma's house is on the hillside, and there are seven or eight people in front of Yecheng. It seems that they have been waiting for a long time.

Ye Cheng handed a cigarette up and chatted casually for two sentences, then called his brother and his brother. This brother and his wife came from the Great Northeast. I...