The day Xia Tong saw the flower burning, his father found his dream again. His little snore sounded like a baby crying.
His father was sick, and the boy Xia Tong was always surrounded by strange dreams about girls while he was taking care of him. Grandma's answer made him disagree. To find out the truth, when the flame rose from the bottom of the river, he stepped on the train from the clouds.
