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The leaves on the trees have also begun to turn yellow, and Checheshan has begun to change its color, and a season of intense ink and color that is different from spring has kicked off the performance.

Autumn is a harvest season, grain storage, a year's hard work into a full golden particles. The plants and trees are strong, storing the hope of life in the seeds, with the birds and beasts, with the wind leaving the mother's body, waiting for a new beginning in the coming year.

On the hillside, the leaves of those deciduous trees are slowly losing their green, as if you can see the rhythm of life leaving. However, this parting is not bleak, although there is some but a faint sadness, but it is so strong and amazing. The green leaves that have grown on the branches quietly fade to green and change into another more dazzling makeup for the most gorgeous curtain call.

There are no maple leaves as red as fire in the river, and the autumn Checheshan will not be dressed up in fiery red. Those deciduous trees, the leaves will only slowly turn yellow, slowly decorating a shining golden world.

The leaves of the aspen tree are the size of the palm of the hand, and they are the most dazzling golden yellow, dazzling to the eye. The leaves of the Masang tree are small, they will only be a light yellow, and they will slowly dry up. There are also other leaves of different shapes, deep and light yellow, with rich layers.

There are also autumn leaves in the autumn of Sichuan, which are the leaves of the chime tree. Those heart-shaped leaves, after frosting, will turn bright red and purple. It's just that there hasn't been frost yet, they're just a light yellow.

The autumn wind is tight, and the little swallows dragging their scissor tails are also leaving. The nest under the eaves has been empty since the nestlings left the nest this year, and it will not be lively again until next spring.

Qiuqiu started its parade in the village alone, and Sanhua'er was about to be a mother, so she couldn't accompany her to climb the hill.

The first quarter moon hangs in the sky like a giant lentil pod.

In the Chubu region in mid-autumn, it often drizzles, and even when it doesn't rain, it's overcast, making it difficult to see the moon. As the saying goes, "the autumn moon is difficult to see the Bashu sky", it is very blessed to be able to see a full moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the central Sichuan region.

Tonight is a little special, the first quarter moon hangs in the western sky, flickering in the drifting clouds.

The cool wind blew, bringing the medicinal fragrance of wild chrysanthemums on the slopes of Cheche Mountain.

Qiuqiu likes this faint autumn day, so that he can run freely without feeling hot, and he will not stick out his tongue and gasp.

The rabbit cage of the Seven Old Men's house is empty, and those cute fluffy white rabbits are gone. The little lamb was also sold by Qiuxia, leaving only the old ewe to regurgitate alone in the sheepfold.

There was a watery calm in the eyes of the old ewe, and there was no joy or sadness to be seen. Perhaps it has become accustomed to its children being betrayed again and again, or perhaps it itself may be betrayed one day, and then it will become mutton soup on the table. The mutton soup in Fangjia Town is a famous dish in Sichuan.

As a domestic animal, this may be its fate, and the old ewe may already know where it belongs, so she always lives her life unhurriedly.

The stump of the old apricot tree by the courtyard wall has been soaked in the continuous autumn rain, and a lot of dog urine moss has grown. Maybe next year there will be no traces, who will remember that a tree once grew here, who will remember its flowers and leaves, who will remember its soft and sweet fruits?

Qiuqiu patrols from house to house, this is its territory, and it is a dutiful guardian.

The courtyard of Xiaoqing's house was empty, and weeds had grown in the yard. The climate in Kawanaka is warm, and even in winter, there is always a quiet greenery. Weeds that weren't afraid of the cold were starting to take over the corners of the yard.

Xiaoqing also came back during the school holidays and took care of the wild weeds. But those weeds are so tenacious, Xiaoqing only comes back once in a long time, so they unceremoniously become the masters of the yard.

Qiuqiu stopped at the door of Xiaoqing's house for a while, and the liveliness of this family in the past seemed to be blown away by a merciless autumn wind. I couldn't hear little Tintin's laughter anymore, she always smiled as clearly as a spring. I can't hear Wang Silin's cough anymore, he is always like a cat with fish bones stuck in his throat. I can't hear Xiaoqing's voice reading anymore, she always likes to read English at the window, and when she sees Qiuqiu, she smiles and calls it "dog". Qiuqiu didn't like the title, and felt like a hen.

The ball ran past the doorway of Pepper's house, and it didn't stop. Qiuqiu, like the Seven Old Men, doesn't like Pepper.

Little Pepper's yard was also empty, and the moonlight flowed in the yard, illuminating the drying ground on the concrete floor.

There are no more old men and old ladies who come here to gather and set up dragon gate formations, and they are no longer seen holding the Bible and dragging it out loud. That little pepper who liked to be so lively when she was alive, it was rare for her yard to be so quiet before. I don't know if Pepper went to heaven and saw the Lord she had never seen before

—Jesus.

The air conditioner on the steps of the courtyard has been removed by Qingquan, leaving only a dark mark, like a brand, which will remind people of that absurd farce of investment. The farce that made so many people hot-headed and excited, and finally ended with Pepper's suicide, also left a dark mark in people's hearts like this air conditioner.

Pepper is gone, and her yard will soon become dilapidated as well, and a yard where no one lives is like a dead tree that has lost its leaves, and will soon wither and rot.

The ball ran through the yard of the little house, and the bamboo fences babbled in the autumn wind.

Qiuqiu remembers that Xiaoxiao also loves to babble and sing like this. It stopped, and in a trance thought that Xiaoxiao had returned.

The yard of the little house was still empty, and the babbling bamboo fences made it even more desolate.

Qiuqiu stopped for a while, only to realize that the little family had left and was not coming back.

The ball croaked softly twice into the yard, causing a night bird perched on the roof of the building to fly in fright. The nightbirds' calls were so terrible that they sounded like they were crying.

Qiuqiu wanted to cry a little, and the people who used to like it so much were gone one by one.

Qiuqiu patrolled its self-styled territory every night, but it couldn't hold back the footsteps that had left.

Maybe it's really ominous. I don't know if it was its arrival that brought bad luck to this village, or if this ominous village was just to accommodate its ominous filial dog.

gone, those who should have gone and those who shouldn't have gone are gone.

Xiao Ding Ding, Wang Silin, Xiao Chili, Xiao Xiao's family, as well as those who committed crimes, Zhao Quan, Gu Yigui, and those old men who bullied the little ones.

Qiuqiu didn't know who would leave next, and its heart was as cold as the wind on this autumn night.

The ball ran quickly to the top of the mountain, its feet on the open wild chrysanthemum, and its paws also carried the fragrance of wild chrysanthemums.

Qiuqiu stood on the top of a distant hill and looked at the village in the moonlight, and it screamed at the moon in the sky.

In the village below the mountain, the dogs barked together as if they had heard the command.

Qiuqiu didn't know that this night, Sanhuaer gave birth to three puppies. The three black puppies were like balls, but they didn't have the white hair on the top of their heads.

There are comings and goings, and the world will always come and go in reincarnation, life and death, and the cycle is endless.