A thin stream of gas rises. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is surrounded by warm lights, which blend tightly with the small droplets that surround it, changing little by little from the cheeks, eyebrows, and the top of the head, forming a small independent space. The whole body is lazily soaked in the hot water, and the warm current swims in the body, slowly soothing the tired mind. The warm feeling is so close. Countless small droplets, forming a large family, wrapped, drifting along the air, swaying towards the quiet world outside the window. Everyone seems to have the same ideal, and towards the distant sky, the current snowflakes are falling one by one.

"What's your name?" The uncle said with concern. The little girl sitting opposite the seat raised her head, unconsciously held a spoon in one hand to bring the rice in the bowl to her mouth, opened her mouth, (ah~~~) eyes blinked at me, looking absent-minded about eating. Finally, the face buried in the rice bowl lifted up, and then shook. "......" Uncle blinked and did not speak. There was silence for a moment, "hgd." ”“……”“hgd。” A faint voice sounded again. "Where is this language?" The uncle looked confused. "Strange words?" "But it doesn't matter. It would be nice to take a trip to the town when the time comes. Uncle thought.

One face sank down at the table and continued to pick up the rice, while the other was still staring at me curiously, chewing and moving his mouth, not understanding the current atmosphere at all, and looking full of interest. "What about your family?" The uncle wanted to break the deadlock and asked again. I looked up at my uncle blankly. "Uh......" (I don't understand it at all, I don't understand the language.) Uncle scratches his face. "Eat, eat." He muttered quietly, "I'll talk about it later." "The snowflakes outside the window drifted silently, the lights of the town flickered and flickered, what a peaceful night.

(6 o'clock the next morning) there seemed to be a sound, and it ran quietly into my ears through the planks. Slowly open your sleepy eyes. What came into view was the ceiling version, and after staring at it stupidly for a while, it was indeed the ceiling. Images flashed through my mind. Pulling back the quilt, he got up from the bed and decided to walk in the direction of the sound. There was a window above the wall of the bed behind him, and the bright sunlight was shining through the window, and the sky was clear and the snow had stopped.

"Pap, papa, papa......" came in a rhythmic voice. Standing in the doorway, watching a figure with his back toiling hard at the table. A large mass of white flour stuck to the plate, and a small piece of it was constantly being kneaded by the uncle's strong hands. With a slight pant sound, the uncle's body leaned forward slightly, swinging back and forth. There was a long rolling pin at the other end of the board, and a cauldron was steaming up next to it. Wiping his sweat, the uncle turned around. "Yo, up? It's almost time to have breakfast. Heh," the uncle laughed. (nodded) "Zi Zi Zi Zi Yo, Ha~~~" Put down the big bowl, blushing a little face, wiping his mouth with satisfaction, with a happy expression. "Giggle......" "Huh?" The little girl posted curiously. "......" I quickly lowered my head in shame. The uncle looked at the scene in front of him with a smile. "Good. Darling, I'm going to open it

business. You stay here. "Oh." The little girl answered. The uncle got up and turned to leave, taking the white turban and apron from the chair by the way. I looked up and winked curiously in the direction my uncle had left. "Boss, a bowl of noodles." "Okay." "Morning, Yukiichi." "Morning, sit down" "Boss, check out." "...... "I stood at the window and watched the crowd of people dressed in different clothes coming and going, and the busy appearance of the uncle, what a lively morning. The little girl ran out early, sat in the outside seat, and would not let go even when a guest came. The guest sitting there glanced at me, and probably suddenly became interested and gestured to me. I was scared and quickly hid in the house. "Giggles." The little girl laughed. "Hey, Minato, who's that?" A large hand pressed on the little girl's head, deliberately messing up the beige hair. "Hmph, I'm not telling you." The little girl pursed her mouth and jumped out of her seat. "Eh~~~~ Uncle Li is a stupid man." He turned his head and pulled down his eyelids and grimaced, then ran into the house as well. The uncle who looked at this scene smiled helplessly.

Lying quietly on the bed, watching the bright moonlight shine through the window to a corner of the wall. Time flies quickly, an ordinary day, nothing earth-shattering happens, it's such an ordinary day. The first day spent in a strange place, everything that seemed to happen was just that, and it had long since been used to my memory, so I didn't need to remember it in particular. That's it. As if I wanted to be tired and sleepy, I pulled the quilt, rubbed my face against the pillow, closed my eyes, and gradually breathed evenly. A gust of wind blew outside the window, and two blue moons took one side in the night sky, and faint clouds drifted beside them.

"Is it a dream?" "Brother, brother......" A voice seemed to reach my ears from a long distance. Who, who? "I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't see the person in front of me clearly, just a blurry face and beige hair." Brother,............" (I can't hear you clearly.) Fragmented Language...... ）