Baby

The bleak autumn rain kept falling.

There was a cold damp smell in the air.Irregular mud marks were left on the wet track, leading to a rather ordinary one-story house.

There seemed to be no one in the empty room, but occasionally there were a few restless snoring sounds.The dim yellow and hot light bulb is exposed to the air, and the burning filament brings a bit of burnt smell.Hiss, snap, hiss.

The dark kitchen was a bit stuffy, with the smell of rotting fruits and vegetables in the air.Beside the dusty stove, there is a little boy curled up in a state of exuberance.The boy was estimated to be about five or six years old. He was completely soaked, and his clothes were tightly attached to his shrunken body.The skin was covered with red and purple hideous scars, and the boy's mouth seemed to be stuffed with something sticky, and he couldn't make a sound.The cold autumn wind beat against the window, if the boy's fingers were not trembling slightly, maybe it would not be too much to be mistaken for a corpse.

A gust of wind passed by, and the lights flickered, and after a few seconds, they gradually dimmed.

And this ordinary one-story house is just an inconspicuous corner.It's already dinner time, and the village lights are lit up one after another. The old women who wash clothes by the river pack up the ladles, and the men herding sheep and harvesting grass are heading down the mountain.Fireworks float in the sky from house to house, and the atmosphere is calm and peaceful.

Until the arrival of a strange foreign man.

The rain has been falling.