The Hour of the Ox.
Suddenly, the temperature in Qingyun county rose.
Dahuang, who usually lay at the entrance of Lihua Village, shivered all over, staring blankly at the half-empty sky nearby, while another black dog also ceased its digging.
In less than half the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a chorus of dogs barking rose from Lihua Village.
The horses in the yard became agitated for no apparent reason, flicking their tails as if they wished they could touch the sky—it was their way of trying to rid themselves of the invaders biting at their flesh.
"Mommy," Shen Zhiyu suddenly woke up, sat up, and rubbed his sleepy eyes, calling out for his mother somewhat dazedly.
Why is it so noisy outside?
Instinctively, he stretched out his little hand to the side, only to feel a palm fan. His big eyes immediately became misty with tears.
He didn't get out of bed for a long while, holding back his tears by remembering his mother's words that she would never leave him behind.