C364 The Growth of the Auricle in the Temple

Smoke and rain dyed the green, the farmland ridge was fragrant with grass.

The next day, the day had just dawned, and the countryside that had been silent for the entire night was already bustling with noise and excitement, and smoke was rising in spirals from the kitchen.

The drizzling rain was like needles, yet also like ox hair, willfully and casually drifting about