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Zheng Ran noticed that the crackling of fires in Kaifeng City had vanished, and the scorching, acrid smells had faded. When people walked down the streets, the jingle of the coin pouches in their robes sounded somehow fuller and weightier.\nWhen did it begin...? Right, it was that night, the night someone was singing.\nThat singing woke her, so she sat by the window to listen.\nSomeone was roaring in anger, so she leaned out toward the sound, listening even more intently.\nThe wind picked up, and the rustling leaves brought Ran back to her senses.\nThen... what happened then? Then the wanderer arrived! The street vendors' cries grew livelier, and the stench of rotting wood faded. Father came home!\nOh, right! Ran still hasn't told Father that on the night the wanderer brought back the gold leaf, she had a dream. She dreamed of...\n#Y[Kaifeng City] Ran had never "seen" Kaifeng City, yet she had heard of it. The real Kaifeng held the sounds of flowers blooming, of people weeping, of wood crackling in flames, and of arms closing in embrace. Ran thought the person in her dream was absolutely right: You have to listen to the real Kaifeng with your ears!#E