C58 The Story of the past

In an ancient house in the East, autumn leaves turn yellow, and with the orange light of the early morning, the world is dyed yellow.

The boy had just woken up from his sleep, and his eyes were hazy. It was a wooden sword that was full of bumps and hollows. He dragged it on the ground. It dragged across the floor, the stairs, and then the yellow mud. After a while, the sound of "Zi, Zi, Zi..