September.
The month before October.
Although it's a golden autumn season, a time of abundant harvest.
But the few fallen, yellowed leaves drifting down from the branches add a touch of desolation to this otherwise wonderful season.
The atmosphere along the riverside mirrors the mood of the season: some families have finally awaited their harvest, while others are slowly sinking into loneliness.
Take, for example, the Yang Family, which just a few years ago had proudly risen to prominence. Now, it resembles an elderly man in his twilight years. This riverside period is a precarious one for them.
"Oh! What about the Yang family? It wasn't good before, but how are they now? The Yang Family's organization has fallen apart, they've even moved out of their former family home and now live as a whole family in the dilapidated buildings of our southern town?"
