In the afternoon, one o'clock.

Fang Ming came to the gathering place early.

a person is quietly leaning under the tree. A little bit, the sun is slightly slanted in the middle.

the autumn sun shines on Fang Ming's body, and Fang Ming stretches lazily. Fang Ming stretches his back, and sits down under the roots of a hundred year old uncle here.

when the autumn wind blows and the leaves fall, Fang Ming doesn't have the long flowing hair and the black fog that covers his eyes. Therefore, Fang Ming looks at the front clearly. "It doesn't matter if I can go on like this." Fang Ming thought clearly....