C132 Accident(part ii)

September 12th, the sun was high in the sky, and the autumn wind was blowing; the crops in the fields were approaching their maturity: the corn cob had taken out the five-colored silk; the sorghum was raising its noble head to bask in the red rice; only the long tassels were lowering their heads shyly …

To Zi Peng, this day was not a lucky day, but a fierce one