It rained heavily in Bu Peien in the middle of the night.
A torrential downpour.
The weather forecast said it would rain during the day yesterday, but it never came down all day.
By nightfall, perhaps the dark clouds could no longer hold out, and the rain finally poured down in sheets.
It was as if the sky had a hole torn in it, and pattering raindrops hit the windows, causing them to vibrate slightly.
The morning after the heavy rain, the entire world looked completely renewed.
The fresh air, the tender green lawns, and everything outdoors gave people a very comfortable feeling.
This was perhaps the world of people with a cleanliness obsession, where everything was so bright and spotless.
This also made the reporters at the Progressive Party Building today a little bit complainers.
Everyone knew that after a summer rainstorm came scorching sun.
Today was the day of the re-election of the Progressive Party Committee Chairman, and they had to wait for the results here, which meant they would certainly be baked in the sunlight for a major part of the day, or even a whole day!
If they procrastinated like the Conservative Party.
Baking for a few days or half a month was not entirely out of the question either.
People chatted, guessing who was most likely to become the next Progressive Party Committee Chairman, while also discussing some matters regarding party affairs reform.
From the founding of the Progressive Party to today, it had actually reformed many times—regulations, party affairs—but never with such clear, large-scale modifications.
The Conservative Party was the same; they might sometimes modify small details.
Changing a little bit today, changing a little bit tomorrow, they seldom had the courage to change too much all at once, let alone make it public.