The valley in the afternoon was empty and quiet, like a fiery red oil painting. The merciless sunlight poured onto the stretching mountains, and the continuous rising heat seemed to roast everything in the valley into charcoal.

The air quickly evaporated into hot waves in the sunlight that submerged the entire valley, making the small valley feel like a sealed oven, with even the breeze carrying a scorching and piercing sensation.

The silver-gray train carriages traveled along the tracks, and the quiet valley was soon filled with the sound of thunder, as if a hot iron rod was stirring a hot and deep secret place.

The train wheels rolled along the tracks, making a sound similar to the footsteps of a herd of cows on the grassland.