The sun was blazing.
The villagers of Qingshui Village gathered together to hold a rain-seeking ritual.
The villagers knelt down around a high platform, chanting ancient French prayers for rain.
The surrounding trees began to turn yellow, the soil dried up, and cracks appeared.
The villagers, thin and frail, knelt around the jar, praying devoutly.
The rainmaking ritual lasted for two hours, but the sun remained scorching, its rays burning the skin.
The sky was a clear blue, without a trace of gloom; it was unlikely to rain that day.
"Village chief, God still won't send us rain! If it doesn't rain soon, people will all die."
"Village chief, why don't we go down the mountain?"
Going down the mountain is the only way out!
All the young people in the village have left, leaving only the elderly behind. They are unwilling to leave their homes and are hoping for a miracle.
However, the miracle still did not happen.
The village chief looked up; his aged face was pale and his lips were chapped from lack of water.
"Oh God, please, please give us some rain!"
Everyone looked up at the blinding sky.
Suddenly, something fell from the sky and landed in the sacrificial altar.
Inside, there was dry grass, dried wild fruit, and a bowl of water—the best things the village could offer.
"Village chief, what is this thing?"
"He looks like a child to me!"
"If God doesn't send rain, how can He send a child? We can't even support ourselves, how can we support a child!"
They're praying for rain, not for their children!
Doesn't God see this?
This is a rain-making ritual!
Everyone looked at each other, utterly bewildered.
The village chief, leaning on his cane, walked forward step by step.
Just as he was about to reach out and touch him, the child stood up.
With her head covered in dry grass and broken leaves, Tuantuan looked up at the village chief, her big, watery eyes filled with terror.
who I am?
Where am I?
Who is this old man?
He doesn't look like the King of Hell at all!
It's so hot, it can't be the underworld.
The underworld is only cold and gloomy, never this hot.
Tuantuan simply sat up, her innocent and pure eyes like those of a fawn that had wandered into the village by mistake.
"Grandpa, where is this? Are you filming a movie?"
The soft, sweet voice stunned all the villagers in Qingshui Village.
The voice was like heavenly music. After hearing so many middle-aged and elderly people's voices, the villagers were completely captivated by the child's innocent and soft voice.
The village chief looked at the dusty, grimy little baby; her eyes were fatally attractive. One glance, and you were as if you'd been won over.
"This is Qingshui Village. Little fairy, which deity's disciple are you? You've descended from the sky, are you going to bring us rain?"
round and round:??
She fell off a cliff and woke up here, seeing a group of middle-aged and elderly people, all unfamiliar faces, which made Tuantuan uneasy.
"I'm not a fairy child, my name is Tuantuan, and my father's name is Yang Jinchuan. Do you know my father?"
Tuantuan touched her wrist; her smartwatch was gone. She couldn't even remember her father's or brother's phone numbers...
She wanted to go home.
Tuantuan then realized that she hadn't memorized her family's phone numbers.
What should we do?
Tuantuan got anxious.
Tuantuan jumped down from the altar and looked around; the place was completely unfamiliar.
More importantly, she still couldn't get in touch with Xiaomei.
Where's Xiaomei?
Tuantuan summoned Xiaomei, but it was completely useless.
...
Tuan Tuan sat in the village chief's house.
Looking at the bare walls of the house, with its simple thatched roof, it was certain to leak when it rained.
But the people here aren't afraid of leaks at all; they're afraid of no rain.
The furniture in the house was dilapidated, and the house was extremely poor.
Looking at Tuantuan, who was covered in dust and dirt, the village chief thought she must be beautiful, even though she looked a little disheveled.
Those big, bright eyes are so piercing; their appearance must be quite striking.
The village chief told Tuantuan about the situation in the village, and Tuantuan was completely stunned after listening.
"Is this Qingshui Village? Don't you have a telephone in your village?"
Tuantuan panicked. She didn't have a phone, and she couldn't call the police for help.
The village chief shook his head and said to Tuantuan, "Over the years, no one has contacted us. The young people in the village have left, and after they left, very few came back to contact their families. Occasionally, they would contact each other by letter, once a year, just to know that the children are still alive."
round and round:"……"
The village chief's requirements are so low!
Tuantuan looked at the elderly men and women around her, as well as some uncles and aunts, all of whom were looking at her with longing eyes, as if she were a goddess descended to earth who could save them from their suffering.
Tuantuan really wanted to say that she wasn't a fairy, and she couldn't do it either.
However, these people continued to stare at her, making Tuantuan touch her hair, where she found a few small pieces of broken leaves in her hand.
Village Chief: "What's it like up there? Is there an endless supply of water? Are the peaches delicious?"
"The peaches are delicious. Dad said they have a strong peach flavor, very rich and juicy. They are the best fruit he has ever eaten."
With Tuantuan saying this, the villagers became even more certain that Tuantuan must be a fairy from heaven.
Those who can eat the peaches of immortality are no ordinary people!
The village chief's eyes were filled with longing: "Little fairy, could you please ask the heavens to send some rain for us?"
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