The slanting sun was like a blazing fire, and from time to time sparks flew out of it, dripping on the thin clouds that connected with each other, and it was almost an instant that a monstrous wave of fire had ignited in this layer of sky, as if it could burn all the way into the distance.

In a short time, the cirrus clouds that had been living in the sky for a long time disappeared without a trace. After a long time, there was not a single pile of cirrus clouds under the great heavens, above the vast beings, nor any clouds that could be connected to the sky, which could be used to block these dazzling copper yellow rays and reflect them on the earth. Between heaven and earth, a piece of fire......

There are only a handful of people in the town.

The intersection between the alleys is staggered, but it is not a few steps away, and the next alley is in front of you. As a result, the stone bricks, which should have been cold and gray at sunrise, were now no longer stingy and shy, but had a terrifying golden color, so that they became even hotter.

In the corridors that were a few feet apart, the people seemed to have been clustered together in the early days, whether consciously or unconsciously, but by the light of the fire alone, the people were prompted to scatter quickly, like a school of fish in deep water, unorganized but orderly.

Looking down from the sky, I saw that the town was filled with golden light.

The sturdy young man shook his black and yellow hands from side to side, and the long-term non-stop pushing of business almost made him faint, even if he drank a few sips of cold water from time to time, he still couldn't relieve his fatigue, but not to mention that he was still in the weather conditions that he was not used to.

At this time, the young man's eyes were full of thick bloodshots, his hair drooped down as if he was paralyzed, and there was no longer the coolness of the past, and his hands felt weak, and in an instant, a trace of tiredness came quietly.

There seemed to be a fog in the eyes, not cold, but even more hot, hazy, several blurred, thin black lines obliquely erected in front of the eyes, with the youth walking turbulently, but for a while, the black lines under the scorching sun, should have been shaking from time to time, but at this moment, horizontal, lifeless.

Ever since the corners of this shady curtain were torn open and a few rays of the morning sun poured in, he had been riding in a carriage on the way to the private school. His father, especially loves him as a lone seedling. The sky was always gloomy for no apparent reason, as if the cinnamon was about to cover the whole sky, and after several hours, the scattered raindrops turned into a waterfall that continued to fall down on the ground, the eaves, the treetops, and the crowd as if with resentment.

Since he entered the private school to study, he has hardly spoken much, and he looks quiet. Often communicates with outsiders, the carriage master Li Shou is also idle on the way, and wants to chat with his young master for a while, and even a few words of greetings and condolences that are not long can make Song Zizheng, who is sitting in the back seat of the pavilion, open his mouth and respond.

At that time, he was still a young man with a lot of connotation and tutoring, and in the eyes of the private school teacher, he looked like a Confucian child, and among the scholars of the same generation, he also had his own awe for Song Zizheng, who acted like this, but it just so happened that their personalities were also compatible with Song Zizheng, most of them chatted about the previous sentence, and then broke the next sentence, and I don't know if they are thinking or not. This also became Song Zizheng's classmates who could talk to each other, but Song Zizheng still maintained a posture of sitting upright, but he had to talk more than the rest.

Most of the scholars who get along with each other are from big surnames, that is, rich and noble families, and Liu Jiesun and He Huiqing met here.