A young man in a light blue silk robe sat on a pear wood grandmaster's chair. He was about twenty-seven or eight years old, with a youthful and handsome face. His figure was slender like a willow tree, his right hand propped under his jaw, his eyes slightly lost as he gazed at the rising blue smoke from the incense burner in front of him.,"Rain Oh, I... remember now. Landslide. When I went up the mountain, a sudden downpour caused a landslide, and I fell off a cliff. Could it be that the landslide blocked the road What are we going to do","This rain came so suddenly, how unlucky am I The way down the mountain is gone. But I believe in the government, with our country's strength, the roads should be repaired soon. We must believe in the organization and the country."。