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In the sky, a bright moon hid behind a cotton-like cloud, and the silver light seeped out little by little, faintly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

On the ground, the pavilions and pavilions were shrouded in a silvery mist, hazy and mesmerizing, or thick light or faint shadows, no longer at all.

Everything is so quiet that people can't help but slow down and tiptoe, as if they are particularly afraid of disturbing the one or half good dreams that they don't know where to hide.

The silver lamp was lit, the emperor and queen were washed, and the empty inner hall was a little busy.

Xiao Yunjin is commanding in an orderly manner, carrying out the last work of the day.

Lowering the veil, he stepped out of the temple door and around the cloister, where there was a small space.

The screen window reflects a few green willows, as well as a few dahlias on the side, slim and elegant.

This is where she lives.

I didn't light the lamp when I entered the house, but I just got into the window with the light moonlight.

Everything here is too familiar to be more familiar, like every line in the palm of your hand.

It's been half a year, here.

"Ahh

Xiao Yunjin snorted lightly.

Throwing myself down on the big bed that was comfortable at all glances, my whole body was relaxed, very comfortable, really tired and tired.

Perhaps, in such a world, only this bed belongs to her.

"Meow—"

With a low scream, a large gray hairball quickly rolled out of some hiding place outside the screen window into her arms, snoring contentedly, softly, softly.

Every day, every day, for almost a year.

Looking at it, the eyes are clear, soft; Small mouth and nose, soft; Pink tongue and a cute mustache.

She smiled softly and stroked, and a tenderness came from the bottom of her heart, warm.

The small space that has been empty for a day is the warmest only at this time.

"Little Gray, my darling."

A soft call stretched out his thoughts.

It was a rainy night, her first rainy night at the weaving workshop.

The smell of mud filled every corner, even the tiniest corner, and even every tiny pore.

The room was filled with muddy snoring, high and low, long and short, big and small, like a blender to drive away the consciousness of the only sleeper.

The women who had been tired all day had already fallen asleep, and they had completely lost any of the reserved they should have, even the slightest reserve.

Their reserve, the woman's reserve, has long since deprived all of hardship and burden.

The new wound on his forehead still ached faintly.

Feeling upset, Xiao Yunjin got up in his clothes, carefully moved to the dilapidated wooden door, and gently pushed it open.

"Squeak-"

The old wooden door was like an old woman on night duty, who had just fallen asleep and was disturbed, and snorted very reluctantly.

"Rustling ......"

The rain was densely sifted, like too many spring silkworms swallowing the tender mulberry leaves, and it sounded into a piece.

"It's cold."

She shivered, sat down in a corner of the hut outside the house, listened to the rain, and froze.

"Ahh

An exclamation, low ground.

Xiao Yunjin suddenly felt a tickling sensation conveyed from his ankles, as if there was a small ball of fluffy things gently rubbing and grabbing there.

"Ah, rats!"

She exclaimed, low, accustomed to nature, not daring to raise her voice.

Jumped up from the ground and was terrified.

"Meow—"

A mournful cry is also low.

It's a little gray cat, or a lame leg!

It was already soaking wet, shivering, and looking up pitifully, as if there were tears, and a pair of big watery eyes.

"Alas, you are also a poor little child who no one loves and no one loves!"

Xiao Yunjin bent down, and there was a kind of sympathetic resonance.

"From now on, let's depend on each other."

She hugged the small, still shivering ball of hair in her arms, and tears flowed down her hairline, I don't know if it was tears or water.

"Rustling ......"

The rain was still densely sifted, like too many spring silkworms swallowing the tender mulberry leaves, and it sounded into a piece.

She looked up at the sky, not noticing the tiny, still shivering ball of fur in her arms snoring softly and smiling secretly.

A mysterious smile seeped out of the corner of that small mouth, and no one could detect it.

A mysterious night, a fateful night, came like this.