C130 Invitation 2

It was only six in the morning.

In the village, the six o'clock sun was already bright red, like an open egg yolk.

The sparrows were already chirping away, as if they were trying to find food. They landed on the lush foliage of the trees, and their chirping sounds sounded like they were singing.

The sunlight was mottled as it shone heavily from the branches and leaves of the trees