Five months ago Author: Xun Chun Xu Zhou
From a distance, the Baoping River had already appeared at the edge of Chu Weiyang's vision.
At first glance, it seemed like a lush green carpet spread across the ground, tightly stitched at the edges by a silver-white thread, as if crafted by the hands of heaven, creating a scene of natural elegance.
However, upon closer inspection, it resembled a shy weaver girl, as the once smooth jade-like carpet became uneven at the edges, with twisted patterns revealing the occasional undulation where marsh and mud hills intertwined.
At that moment, a sudden gust of wind swept across the distant sky, bringing with it the moisture from the outer sea, transforming into a continuous fine rain here.
Amidst the curtain of wind and rain, Chu Weiyang held an oil-paper umbrella, beneath which he wore a hooded hat, walking closer with faint footsteps that were drowned out by the sound of the storm.
Looking around, the vast wilderness remained silent and desolate.
Standing atop a clearly visible dirt mound, Chu Weiyang quietly gazed at the mirror-like surface of the Baoping River, which rippled gently as the fine rain fell, flowing far away under the caress of the soft wind, toward the edge of Chu Weiyang's sight.