Mid-Autumn Festival
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The sun was setting in the west, with the orange glow spilling over the parade ground.
After half a month of intense training, the students in the military training were gradually getting used to life in the military region. Although everyone was tanner with rougher skin, their mental wellness was better and their body was stronger.
They just finished their swimming training this afternoon. Other than the students who couldn't swim, the rest of them passed.
Two weeks of training finally ended, and the tensed atmosphere was very much relaxed.
Mo Wen sat on one of the parallel bars in the parade ground. He held a dried leaf to his hand and put it to his mouth to blow a soft note.
A simple piece of a dried leaf was like a musical instrument in the hands of Mo Wen. The classical, elegant notes were continuously spouting out to form a melody with poetic abundance.