Bab 139: Pace of Perverted Tendencies

Twentysix years ago, before sunset. On the meandering mountain highways of Qinshan, a red Changhe van was speeding through. To the right of the highway was the grand Qinshui river. The setting sun’s orange rays poured across on the mountain range in the distance, turning the entire mountain a golden yellow. The sunlight also fell through the car window, pouring upon the happy faces of the children, making them look even more dazzling.

 There were five elementary school children sitting in the car. The oldest, Liang Shuhan, was already in the sixth grade. The youngest, Liang Sisi, was only seven that year, just starting first grade.