"...Our most beloved Water Mill Knight Dangji Heide, fell into a pool of blood."
Sitting on a simple wooden box, Valent Taylor closed the book "The Saint Sun's Expedition" and looked at the tearful youths.
"Read two more paragraphs."
"Yes, Uncle Valent Taylor, read two more paragraphs."
Gathered around Valent Taylor were seven or eight youths around ten years old.
They wore the simplest linen vests, revealing their smooth sun-tanned arms, sitting cross-legged on the muddy ground, eagerly watching Valent Taylor.
Golden sunlight, swaying reed marshes, slender cedar trees inserted into the green land.
Among the layers of reed marshes, fishermen's simple huts stood on the river islands.
Fisherman songs at dusk, fishermen rowed small boats, heading towards the shore.
Valent Taylor reached out to stroke the head of one of the children: "Tomorrow then, you should go eat."
"Read two more paragraphs, at least don't stop here!" the youth pleaded.
"Yeah, I can't sleep at night."
