After the heavy rain, the hillside was washed and looked particularly eye-catching. Under the emerald green branches and leaves, the orange peaches were hanging lazily on it. Because the mountain was not very high, I looked at the corner of the sheep-intestinal path halfway up the mountain. An inconspicuous thatched house stood leaning against the broken hillside. The thatched grass on it had grown a little dark green moss, which seemed a little messy after being washed by the rain overnight. Because there were many small stones on the road, there was still not much mud on the feet of the people walking on it. But there was a strange man standing under a peach tree about 1.5 meters away. Looking at the leaves that kept erecting, the young man smiled at the corners of his eyebrows.