Just now the sky was clear and boundless, but in the blink of an eye, it was overcast with clouds; the sky of Jiangzhou was like a child's face, changing in an instant.
The long, quiet alley paved with bluestone slabs, with walls on both sides overgrown with vines, struggling to grow upwards. When the wind blew, a white plastic bag fluttered by, like a white butterfly, gradually disappearing into the gray sky.
Soon, a drizzling rain began to fall, with transparent raindrops smashing on the bluestone road, splashing small beads of water.
"Meow..." A little calico cat hid under the eaves, its feeble meow overshadowed by the sound of the drizzling rain. Listening carefully, it was so helpless and desperate.
The boy walked slowly out of the curtain of rain with an umbrella. He was very thin, looking rather frail, yet his frame was like a bamboo joint, tall and gracefully elegant. He walked very slowly, as if enjoying the rain, his features casually graceful and warm.
