Don't let my hand go.

The wind is blowing gently.

The smell of leaves and wet soil and grass mingling with the wind and blown away.

Hong was lying on a large rock, using his two folded hands behind his head as a pillow. Seeing the blue sky with thick plump clouds that floated hand in hand above him. The gust of wind carried the beautiful clouds along with the birds flying high. So beautiful as if a smooth musical performance that only he could hear. The Jie Valley that he loved so much.

"Hong!" There was a loud voice calling out to him. Hong raised his head, it must be his brother Fei.

Hong sit up and was about to wave his hand upwards. He was just about to open his mouth to scream when someone ran up to his brother who was standing near the tree.

"Hong, where have you been? It's time to eat, you say you're starving"