ExclusiveTwinkles of the Middle Kingdom: Great Marsh Rising 1

The Middle Clown. Endless words and eternal heroes The sea rises I was drowning before those people came. I know the character of those people. Some people, some people, some people, some people, some people, some people, some people. Those who appear in silence are like confused children. They carry a layered taste. Under the sweaty desert I spit out Missouri Florida and the yellow earth Those are dry smells Is the smell of the ground Not the smell of water and flowing Not the taste of the villagers' rice peaches orange black soil here They come from far away places. People are always crying like this. So they cry too. The fires in the desert are burning. From the sweaty gray color appeared orange face Those who fled from the desert The light shone on their leather gear and knives roasted fatty meat They ate and vomited. Other people's faces. The light that melts into the shoulders and arms In the distance from the equipment scattered out They ate their seeds. They vomited. Crying sadly in the rain in front of them. The two of them were in a twinkle of bright orange. Man with orange face. Walk on a steady trail As if he could go longer and farther. He spit out the black soil Men with black faces. Walk in the rustle Help those who vomit or vomit Before they leave the camp. He spit out the desert and orange soil They vomited so low. I couldn't say their words. Dead? Black-faced men cry. Towards the orange soil It looks stupid. Low head Hands raised Open your hands to his partner. Watch him It looks sad. It's like hiding a sad secret. Even so to the men around them. I don't seem to know where those people are. Then shake your head He laughed so hard I tell you Swing his hands in the air swung his mouth Swing the flames Flames Burning Men with black faces look up. double eyes covered the eyes You told the truth. The black-faced man said The orange-faced man smiled. His eyes are like butterflies Shining in the slow fire They said more. with the arm There is a blind man living in the village. I often see him. Swing his son. in front of him. He likes to tell people things. The village said he was blind. Many men come. Stand next to the blind man. Brave in Bo He appeared Camp for the Blind Like a bee emerging He almost stayed beside the blind man. It's like seeing a dog. Until he was brave enough Affirmed them. He is a person There's flesh and blood Turn around and walk beside the blind man Saw a blind man. He was blind. Go to their camp. Hold out your arms. Help the men sit down. The man reached out for Tenshin, groping, stroking his head, touching his forehead, tapping his cheek and jawline. Tenshin sat still, arms locked over his knees, smiling at the blind man. You are the man, yes. Yes, you are the man I saw before you came. You came from afar. You came to ask questions. The seer said in a surely wheezy voice. Tenshin's eyes widened. Leaning over, he rested his large palm on the blind man's shoulder. Tell me if you can see. Are we missing our deadline to report to the border station? By Qing's law, we are dead men. Do whatever you do. You will succeed if gods and spirits will help. The wheezy voice answered, patting the warm palm on his shoulder. Gods and spirits will help? How? At Tenshin's question, the blind seer repeated his prophecy, then pulled his cane at the languishing fire. The flame grew, making him shrink back from the heat. Then, huddling himself and the cane, shuffling his feet a little, he dozed off. Next to him, the two men continued to talk in murmurs into the wee hours.