Dark clouds covered the landscape, and raindrops, the size of a baby's fist, plastered onto the glass like cannonballs.
Gu Ran had an illusion that the office he was in seemed like an insignificant toy that could be plucked and crushed to dust by an invisible hand at any moment.
He felt so oppressed by this force that he dared not breathe.
Gu Ran felt as if he was back in the decrepit little cottage of his childhood, surrounded by a pressing darkness, with something gnawing at him.
Then, he remembered the phrase from the calendar that had been his reliance: "Nature is permanent, and the wise man strives constantly to improve."
It was the giver of the calendar who said this when handing it over, that such a calendar, in addition to showing dates, also taught people how to conduct their lives.
Whether it taught life lessons was unimportant, as was the calendar's ability to show dates. It was free, and his parents would not miss the opportunity.
