C57 Fang Cong

He looked up and saw the black mass of people in front of him.

We squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the stage set up by the Yan Family.

The gongs and drums boomed in the sky, and the red satin fluttered in the wind.

A young fellow who looked like a servant stood in the middle of the ring, incessantly striking the copper gong in his hand three times as he hollered