Who is the King of Lanling

The drizzle in early autumn submerged me, and at some point, the rain on my face turned into tears, slowly sliding down my pale cheeks.

A row of old houses stood still in the rain. I was walking alone on the wet road. On my left was the mother river of this small town. It is a rainy season, but it has dried up.

This is a slum area, 99% of which are single-storey buildings. There is only one dilapidated and narrow two-story building that stands alone like a group of chickens. That is my home, and the entire two-story building belongs to me and my mother.

I came back, my eyes were indifferent, my mind was still clear, but I was drenched in rain.

The door is locked, I have the key, but what about the mother?Are you going to see your brother again?