At dusk, the setting sun hung low in the western sky.
Outside Shi Tang Village, the adults who had been busy in the fields all day were gradually returning home.
The first thing all the adults did after returning home was to call their children back.
"Han Liuhuai! Come back home quick!"
"San Yazi! Come home for dinner!"
In the glow of the setting sun at the entrance of the village, six or seven children squatted by the ditch, playing with mud. They used the slurry to build a dam, blocking the stream, then dug a hole to let the water out and watched the dammed pool with glee, laughing heartily.
One after another, adults arrived at the entrance of the village to take their children home, leaving only two boys with no one to collect them.
Their parents had gone to the city to shop today and had not yet returned home.
