When Chen Xiao drove to Yang Lake.
The rain had already lessened.
It seemed like it would stop soon.
Chen Xiao didn't open the umbrella, just kept it in hand in case of need.
Walking on the concrete road by Yang Lake, Chen Xiao didn't feel a sense of eeriness.
He just thought there were too many trees planted here.
Especially after the rain, being here felt particularly refreshing.
Chen Xiao walked silently like this.
During this, he encountered some people, but they were all factory workers getting off work nearby.
At this time, workers, especially those in footwear and mechanical jobs, almost all left work very late.
Everyone's face was filled with fatigue.
But at six or seven in the morning, they seemed full of energy again, plunging into that boring and repetitive work.
Chen Xiao wanted to stop someone to chat.
But seeing their weary looks, he could only continue walking alone.
Today's Yang Lake is exactly as Xie Wensheng described.
