On hot nights, Grandpa, Grandma, Dad, Mom, along with the brothers, directly pulled out fabric tents and slept in the courtyard.
Fortunately, there was a father skilled in carpentry at home, lacking many things but not wood; simple wooden beds were not scarce.
Adopting the principle of sharing both blessings and difficulties, she spent a night with her family, only lasting that one night before retreating to her space the following evening to sleep.
It was too hot; that night she almost felt like she hadn't closed her eyes at all.
Chatting with Grandma Lin, the dream she thought she'd long forgotten inexplicably resurfaced vividly, especially the scene of desiccated rivers, cracked earth, and desolate lands, evidencing a brutal disaster.
Suddenly looking up at the fiery red sun in the sky, she quickly closed her eyes, overwhelmed by a strange unease.
