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At the moment when the mountain rain was about to come, these two people seemed to have walked into an empty city.

The leaves fell from the branches, and in an instant they lost their color, and the cliff casually pushed open the door of a house, and with a "squeak", there was no fresh food to be found except for the soup that was rotting in the pot.

He picked up a clean and well-fitting dress from the closet, and found what Ming Mo could wear, and when she washed up and changed into her body, the heavy rain outside the window had fallen.

A flash of lightning struck in the dark sky, the hill was illuminated white, the shadow of half a wall clock stood out in the forest, and the heavy clock face remained motionless, and looked at the whole fjord in silence.

Ming Mo lit a fire in the stove, and a warm feeling began to fill the entire small house.

Out of nowhere, she pulled out a blanket and lay on the floor in front of the fire.

The rain outside was crackling on the ground, and the pinnae were rumbling echoes.

She touched her stomach, and although she was hungry, the little wooden figure had been lying upright in her stomach, feeling that she could not eat anything.

Jie Ya closed the door and window and sat down on the chair next to the table, he moved his feet towards the stove, half leaning on the table.

There happened to be a cup at hand, and there were some dry tea residues left in it, and the whole bottom of the cup was a withered yellow color, but it was flashed by the firelight, and the clear blue light was refracted.

Jie Ya's mind quickly shook with his tired body, and he looked at the blue light dimly, flashing and flashing, his fingers twitching weakly, and finally closing his eyes.

The two of them just didn't say a word, and fell asleep for the first time in the gradually coming darkness.

The hand stretched out, the wall next to it was unusually cold, the wall was very high, the upper end was covered by fog, and when the fingers were forced, the wet soil fell down along with the ice slag, and half of the arm was unconscious.

Jieya stood underneath this wall, with a curved wall on the right that stretched forward, and a fog on the left, and his instinct told him to stay away from that side.

Behind him came the sound of heavy rain, and the sound of raindrops hitting the ground echoed violently.

He looked up at the sky blankly, it was white, and it was a strange feeling, standing in a dry climate, but he could hear the sound of rain elsewhere.

So he began to walk along the wall, holding on to the cold wall with one hand, and the lines of the stones connected to the stones gave him a clear sense of touch.

I don't know how long it took, but it felt like I had traveled through a long time, and my feet were about to sink into the earth with a heavy weight.

He felt like he was starting to age, the hair on the top of his head falling down his shoulders, the muscles on his face unable to withstand the changes in his expression, until his stiff knuckles gradually transmitted a warm feeling.

He slowly lowered his head to see that there was a warm wind emanating from the cracks in the stones, and that heavy rain sounded as if it had suddenly arrived ahead.

The rain kept falling, hitting the earth frantically.

The rain was calling him on, and he began to move his legs tenaciously to see ahead.

Something's there, keep going, don't stop, just keep going.

At this time, in the next second, his right hand suddenly touched the soft grass, carrying the heat after spring.

The wall was still curved, stretching into the distance, and the fog on the left could not see anything beyond a step, and the stone slab he was holding on to was covered with green grass, and blue flowers were interspersed in it, emitting a sporadic light.

It looks like the entire hill is standing sideways between the sky and the earth.

His empty heart suddenly transmitted back to a real heartbeat, a feeling of tension and anticipation, including all the emotions he wanted.

In the distance, a curtain of rain can be seen falling from above, splashing a huge splash of water.

With each step he took closer, the deafening sound became more and more intense, and his ear bones began to buzz and hurt, but he could not stop for a moment, desperately wanting to run into the rain.

Just like that, from the last winter to the next season, seeing that there was still a step away, a woman's voice attached to his ear sighed softly, sounding like Zixi was saying: "Wake up!" ”

Jie Ya got up from the stool suddenly, and the cup in his hand was touched with a "clang", and he hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

Ming Mo let out a soft gasp on the floor and returned to her dream.

There were only a few dark red ashes left in the fire, and the night was peeking in through the window, and the rain had stopped.

He stood there stunned for a moment, then turned the cup in his hand over and looked at it.

It was still a dry tea residue, half of which was poured on the table, and the blue light spots seen before going to sleep were mostly hallucinations.

At this time, the Metzfjord had fallen into complete silence, and even the moonlight was hidden in the clouds.

After the heavy rain, the sky was much cooler than before, and the water droplets on the vegetation were piling up and falling vigorously.

The smell of grass and trees could be smelled far away, and there was the occasional incitement of wings and the moaning of cooing under the eaves.

From the window, there is an arched bridge, with a stretch of fields on the right and houses entrenched on the left.

Jieya was about to continue to sit down, but a figure suddenly appeared on the bridge outside the window.

It looked like a tall man, and he stepped on the stone steps at the head of the bridge, and the whole person bounced off the ground about ten feet away, and disappeared far away with a "whoosh".

Then came the man's excited shout, which echoed through the air, causing all the sleepless people to look up and look.

At this time, it was not only Jieya who pushed open the window and chased out.

At the same time, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared on the street not far behind the man.

Every time a man jumped up behind the house and disappeared some distance further, he followed the same trajectory with the precision of a ghost.

Jieya had just turned from the edge of a shop hung with strips of colored cloth, and when he looked up, the man had disappeared to the southwest, and the black clouds rolled up, and even the sound was blown away in the wind.

Looking around, he found himself standing on a path that curved and climbed.

If you want to get past here, it seems that you can only take a detour along the ramp.