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In those days, absurd things were like chives, sprouting again after being cut.

The sky was overcast, as if water could be wrung from it. Old Man Li stood by the reservoir with his hands behind his back, puffing on his pipe. The water level of the reservoir was getting lower day by day, almost to the bottom. Normally at this time of year, the reservoir would be bustling with jumping fish. This year, however, not even a ghost of a shadow could be seen.

"Something's not right," Old Man Li exhaled a smoke ring. "I'm afraid something's going to happen."

The overcast sky hung low, like a giant, gray, mournful face. In the slums of Paris, a dilapidated apartment building, like a rotten tooth, stood in the filthy streets. The stairwell was filled with the stench of decay and urine, and the walls were covered with distorted patterns scribbled by children with charcoal, like the cries of desperate souls.

Little Stone's life was like it had been fast-forwarded.

Old Li took a sip of tea, smacked his lips, and his eyes drifted out the window. The sky was gloomy today, like a rag, hanging grayly, making people feel stuffy.

Lao Li's alarm clock rang on time at 4:44 AM. He sat up with a start, not because of anything else, but because today was the "big day" - the day postgraduate entrance exam scores were released.

Liu Mingde recently took on a job with a generous salary and easy work – "playing" a detainee.

Li Ming was jolted awake by his alarm clock early in the morning. He struggled to get out of bed, his eyes not fully open, and instinctively reached for his phone on the nightstand.

"Three minutes left!" he mumbled, his voice full of anxiety.

Zhang Qiang sat blankly in front of his computer for an entire day. On the screen was his father's WeChat profile picture - a gray, empty space.

Three months ago, his father passed away. A sudden cerebral hemorrhage took away the quiet old man, and also took away one of the few sources of warmth in Zhang Qiang's life.

Xiaoming, clutching a thick stack of New Year's money, excitedly arrived at the bank entrance. Today was the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, a day of good luck for starting work, and also the day he could "liberate" his New Year's money from his parents' "safekeeping."

There was a long queue in front of the Automatic Teller Machine (ATM), mostly children like him, all holding bulging red envelopes. Xiaoming stood on his tiptoes, watching the adults skillfully operate the ATM, his heart filled with anticipation.