Chapter 1: Isha

One sand and one world.

Chunshui Street is an old street in the southwest of Hongjing City.
Not unlike many busy streets in the city, the shops here run from one end of the long street to the other. The setting sun cuts the sky, and the street looks like a layer of golden film, and the air is like the fluffy aroma of a chicken cake.
In the aquatic shop on the roadside, a catfish was beaten up in a plastic basin. I just wanted to swim, but I was caught by the belly and picked up.
The young woman with curly hair stood at the door of the store, shaking her mouth neatly, and bargaining with the owner. She took out a shabby ten-dollar bill from her wallet and was proud of the odds that just happened to be erased. Freshly painted red nails.
"Now insert an urgent news." A car drove into the parking space in front of the aquatic shop. In the car radio, the female announcer paused and softened her voice. "Super Typhoon Yunna will be frontal at night on the 12th Assaulted our city, the Meteorological Bureau reminded that, starting this evening, please friends to try to minimize going out. "
As if to prove something, the sky quickly darkened.
In No. 18 Chunshui Street, the fruit shop owner looked up and looked at the gray awning, as if he felt the moist rain in the air or something else, he suddenly picked up the half-frame rotten apple that he had picked out. Then he poured all the fruits into the most expensive snake fruit. A few fruits accidentally fell, and he quickly turned to chase after him.
The rotten fruit rolled further and further down the road, and a fat sole stepped on without hesitation.
A click sounded crisp.
"Oh huh, a few rotten apples still need to be babies." Curly woman Wang Chunhua was passing by with a catfish, saw the fruit stall owner look like a baby, raised her feet, and kicked the rotten apple on the soles of her feet, "I almost Slip. "
The stall owner didn't speak, but just picked up all the apples that he had buried in his head and returned to the store.
"The rotten apple has to be sold together with snake fruit. Your brain is broken!" Wang Chunhua saw this, ran to the fruit stand, poked an apple, and raised her throat. Her white, thick fingers were sticking to the peel, like a moist caterpillar.
The stall owner blushed and couldn't say anything. Wang Chunhua cleared his throat and was about to taunt a few more words. Suddenly, the wind rose.
The wind was light, like a girl's hair, and the wind was soft, like the lips of a cue ball.
Wang Chunhua stood under the awning, a gentle wind blew through her broken hair, brushed her arm, and landed on her finger, and then she felt as if something had fallen from her hand.
She lowered her head subconsciously to search for an extra finger on the ground. The severe pain came later. Her right index finger was cut off by the roots. A huge and ugly gap appeared in her hand. She wanted to yell, but was yelled. Hold one's throat tightly.
The long and narrow blade edged against her face, and the fruit stall owner's eyes were scary red. She was so frightened that she fought hard and struggled with her whole body strength, but she couldn't hide the blade from the stall body's exhausted body strength, her brows reached the corner of her lips. Her skin cracked instantly, and the bloodstains swallowed all her sights, and besides her ears, there was only the gasping voice that was dehumanizing.
Survival inspired the greatest potential of human beings. Wang Chunhua worked hard to break the shackles and fled to the shop next door.
There was an old man in the shop, showing a weird serenity. She arched up and tried to climb into the threshold with all her strength. Just as she was about to touch the legs of the old man's pants, she was kicked again ...
The severe pain didn't come as expected. She looked back. Several men were trying to suppress the crazy fruit stall owner. The crowd looked with a horrified expression on their faces. The fine words spread, mostly "how It would be like "" People are usually nice "" "I don't see any neuropathy" or something like that.
Wang Chunhua opened her mouth and tried to speak, but found herself almost speechless. There was warm blood on her face and hands. She supported the ground with her elbow and tried to stand up, but before she could stand still, her knees twitched sharply, and she was bumping into a circle chair again. In the elderly.
With a bang, the old man fell without warning.
Wang Chunhua was startled. She sat back on the ground and moved two steps. She reached out and wiped the blood in front of her eyes. The old man still maintained a fallen posture, his gray hair was neat and tidy, and his body was a clean set of old navy uniforms, like a strange and serene sculpture.
Wang Chunhua held her breath and moved forward again. She carefully pushed the old man with her forefinger. The old man fell down and flattened. A handful of white sand was flowing down the gap of the old man's pants, as if Thousands of tiny white aphids swarmed out.
The setting sun cut along the edge of the window, cutting the old man's wrinkled face, making the death on his face even stranger. The shadow painted the upper half of the face in ink, and the sunset softened the lower half. The old man's mouth seemed to be smiling.
Chunshui Street is weird. Only in the car radio, the voice of the female announcer is still coming out: "The police recently said that everyone is requested to pay attention to travel safety and be vigilant ..." A magnetic voice, over the entire block Roundabout.
When everyone's eyes were attached to the old man, no one noticed that a man wearing a peaked cap lowered the brim and walked down the long street just against the flow of people.