Mao Lin snorted with his nose and said, Xingzi and Dong Solstice are also helping to watch the game. It's late at night, so let's go back to sleep.

The servants quietly left the courtyard. Bangwa and Winter Solstice returned to the village, and Xingzai walked towards his yard. Halfway through, Xingzai inexplicably stopped. He hesitated for a long time, then walked around the courtyard of Maolin's house, and quietly slipped towards the courtyard of Maoxiang's house. As he approached the yard, he stopped again to see what was going on.

Mao Xiang hasn't slept yet. He sat alone in front of the shack in the corner of the yard, smoking quietly. Bright and dark fireworks reflected the flickering faces. I can't see what his expression is, but I can clearly feel his loneliness and loneliness. At this time, the noise was surging in the four fields, flickering far and near, looming.

Xingzi was afraid that Mao Xiang would find him, so he didn't dare to stay for a long time. He quietly returned to his yard. At this time, Mao Sheng was already asleep in the shack. The heavy snoring is undulating and orderly, hearty. The apricot boy was a little annoyed with his snoring, just like the "humming" sound of a pig, which was annoying, and he didn't have a trace of sleepiness.

He sat quietly by the entrance of the shack, thinking about the conversation with Bangwa and the winter solstice tonight, and felt what a strange animal man was, tossing and turning, capricious. The transformation of the forest, the survival of the Zhu'er storefront, the prosperity and decline of the Quartet, the scenery and loneliness of Daddy Maoxiang. Even I am not the same. At first, he regarded his uncle's house as his home, but he realized more and more that this place was not his place for a long time. Even Mao Xiang's family is not a long-term place where he can survive. Now, he can't figure out where his real home is.

At this time, it was the middle of the night.

The sky was as clean as if it had been washed by water, and a canopy of blue appeared with sparse stars. There is a miserable white in the dark blue, and there is light in the miserable white. Only the round moon, hanging high overhead, emitted a dazzling glow. There seemed to be a faint sound of "sizzling" piercing through the deep night and clearly burrowing into the ear drums. It conveys a strange sound wave, a mysterious message, and an incomprehensible mood. The bright moonlight swayed down quietly from the middle sky, like a piece of silver frost, sprinkled all over the deep mountains and slopes.

In the distance, a gray-brown cloak was wriggling, flickering, dancing, and making a faint sound of "swish" in the blurred vision. With such an illusion, the unique sound of the tide in the mountain will come to the face, like the ebb and flow of the tide, like silkworms eating maels, like rain hitting leaves, like the wind passing through the autumn mountains. Suddenly it went away, like ten thousand horses galloping, and the dust went away, and suddenly it came near, like water overflowing the embankment, and surging to come.

At this time, there is no trace of wind, but people can feel that they are standing in the wind. Let such a clear moonlight soak himself, the invisible breeze blows himself, and the ups and downs of the sky wrap around him, unwilling to get out, and unable to get rid of his body and mind. A natural reverberation, pulling on himself, entangled himself, and involuntarily arched into it, sinking deeply. Helplessly soaked, blown, and entangled.

In the looming shacks on the surrounding yards, from time to time there was a faint sound of snoring, grinding teeth, or dream whispering. There was silence over there. The night was as quiet as water, flowing silently. Xingzi guessed in her heart that her father might be asleep, but she didn't know what kind of dream he was having.

There was a trembling sound from the shack behind him, and Mao Sheng got out. Seeing that Xingzi was still sitting in front of the shack, he asked in surprise, "What's the matter, haven't you slept yet?"

Xingzai said "um" and didn't say anything more.

Maosheng said, late at night, hurry up and sleep, don't let the dew hit. After that, he went to the sidelines to relieve his little hands. The sound of "whooshing" urine broke the silence just now, and it seemed extremely harsh.

At this time, Xingzi realized that his body and face were very wet. I think it's the dew coming down in the night. He hurried into the hut and lay down in his clothes.

Mao Sheng drilled in again. He carefully covered the apricot with a thin quilt, then lay down against the apricot boy and said, why don't you go to bed early.

As soon as the words fell, the snoring sounded again in the shack. [End of Chapter]