บท 280: Memorial

It was late at night, and the sky was filled with stars.

The small village by the sea was quiet on the outside. Other than the occasional dog barking from the village, there was only the sound of waves hitting the beach and reefs.

In the distance, a few ships were parked quietly on the sea. Because it was too far away, they could only see a few vague silhouettes in the darkness, like islands on the sea.

The small wooden house in the misty sea was dark and silent.

Everyone in the village knew that the eccentric old man didn't like to light a lamp at night in order to save money. He always went to bed early. Take today as an example, after the old man came back, his chimney emitted some smoke. He should be making a fire to cook dinner. After that, the small house became quiet.

In the darkness, an old woman carrying a flower basket filled with fresh flowers suddenly appeared in the peaceful fishing village.