Xingzi insisted on sleeping in the shack in the yard, on the surface to help Maosheng take care of the crops in the yard, but in fact he didn't want to see the xylophone. He didn't want to see her pointing fingers, and even her voice felt unusually harsh and ugly. For Xingzai, this inexplicable feeling also made his heart heavy and contradictory. Thinking about it carefully, the xylophone treats itself no worse than Zhong'er. Sometimes, he even obviously protected him, causing Zhong'er to often complain behind his back. However, today's Xingzi is becoming more and more alienated from her, and she is becoming more and more disdainful of what xylophone looks like on weekdays. He rejects her from the heart, gets tired of her, and avoids her. What caused such an ending, whether it was because of his own big heart, or because of his father Maoxiang, Xingzi couldn't say clearly.

The fun in the yard is reflected in many ways, attracting the small and large cubs of the village to wander around in groups. The yards of each house are not large and have different shapes, but they are close to each other, and the heads of the fields are next to each other. Sitting in the yard of your own house, you can laugh and joke with the neighbors around you at will, just like sitting in the alleys and alleys of the village. Some old people were idle, so they opened the field and talked about the past and the present. The anecdotes heard from Tiannan Haibei Road were served in the courtyard in the whole pot, just like a sumptuous feast for people to taste and reverie. Some people who can't be idle, such as Zhenshu and the like, will also bring the erhu single strings at home and improvise a paragraph or two for the people watching the show to pass the long night.

When Xingzi came to the courtyard, the shadows of the spectators and the people who came to have fun were already shaking everywhere, and the sound of laughter could be heard everywhere. In the distance, a group of babies were scurrying wild, accompanied by hoarse shouts.

The twilight, which had just been vague and chaotic, was thickly enveloped over the village. It was only the work of a meal that was clarified, revealing a deep and transparent scene. The quiet night in the mountains has descended into the great mountain col, as if the mountain col has been filled with quiet blue water. It flowed, soaked, and flowed in all directions. Looking around, in the courtyards scattered on the slopes, there are bright and extinguished stars. Like the twinkling stars in the night sky, they either stand still or wander. It was a dry tobacco pouch lit by the spectators, and the smoke did not rise, but only the fragrant smell of tobacco leaves.

Xingzi lay on his back on the soft wheat straw, listening to the chatter of the surrounding villagers, smelling the smell of tobacco in the wind, and counting the stars in the sky in a bored and lazy manner. He counted from the top of the north hill first. Before I could count the stars around the Big Dipper, I realized that I had already counted some of them. Counting again, some faint starlight emerged from the counted area. No matter how many are counted, there are still incomplete. He slowly pondered it, not that he had just counted them, but that there were invisible stars that kept appearing, and he couldn't count them all.

When Apricot was rejoicing at his discovery, the baby slipped over like a thief's shadow and kicked him in the foot, scaring Apricot into a tremend. Xingzi sat up from the wheat straw and scolded, "I'm going to die, I was scared."

The stick baby glanced at Maosheng who was idleming with the neighbor Maoqing. Seeing that he didn't care, he whispered, go, go to my house, the winter solstice is also there. I got another pack of cigarettes, the "platinum deer" one, still with a mouth. My dad hasn't come out of the house yet, so let's try it.

Xingzi immediately stood up, and did not say hello to Maosheng, so he quietly followed the stick baby and ran towards the Maolin family yard not far from here. [End of Chapter]