The world of the sheep is quiet.

There was no noise of a child, no noise of a car horn, not even the clucking of a hen in his yard.

Day or night, wind or rain, lightning or thunder, it all seemed to him so peaceful, so unremarkable, as lonely as he was now.

Loneliness is a state.

Weiyang stayed alone in the courtyard, and the courtyard door was locked.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

He whimpered for a moment, feeling that nothing was paying attention to him—no, they didn't even notice him, and then stopped automatically.

Soon, as usual, Weiyang slowly paced into his bedroom again.

On the icy clay kang.

Weiyang knelt in front of the window, subconsciously closed his eyes, and then, he felt a strange phenomenon:

The courtyard walls of his house, the sunflowers, the corn, the walnut trees, the sparrows on the trees, the butterflies on the petals, the little bees, and the flock of laid-back chickens in the yard, all of them, they all seemed to be static, like an old black and white photograph.

The feeling is light and soft, like in a dream, like sleepy and wanting to sleep.

Weiyang immediately opened his eyes, and then, the light and soft things in his mind disappeared at once, and they were replaced by a quiet dynamic map.

At this time, the southeast wind outside the window was blowing non-stop, the walnut leaves in the yard rustled in the wind, and the courtyard door clanged from time to time, as if someone was knocking on the door.

One moment the sun hides in the clouds, and the next it comes out to shine on the ground.

On the ground, a flock of laid-back chicks are clucking at one end, and a flock of sparrows are chirping at the other.

The day was much more lively than ever.

However, none of these lively events have anything to do with Weiyang now.

He could neither run out and chase the chickens, nor pick up a pebble from the ground and throw it to frighten the cute little sparrows, nor climb the walnut tree with a ladder to look out at the wheat fields beyond the high wall.

He couldn't even get out of the courtyard door.

"Ah...... Yes...... Ah......h

Wei Yang instinctively whimpered again, because he missed his mother again.

……

Weiyang is now more than six years old.

From birth to the present, he has been growing up in Weijia Village.

Weijia Village is a small and poor village.

However, compared with other small villages, Weijia Village is also an authentic well-off village.

Because everyone in Weijia Village has a pair of hard-working hands, they are hard-working, they are smart and capable, and they are also down-to-earth and stable.

Most of them have a clear goal and desire, which is to diversify a few acres of land, harvest more crops every year, and fill the few mouthfuls of food at home.

If you want to say why other small villages are so poor, this can be said by the elders in their village, the main reason is that they have a few more lazy people in each family.

Most of the poor jingle villages have only a few dozen households, while the Weijia village has more than 300 households.

Most of the poor jingle villages still live in dark caves, while most of the people in Weijia have long since moved to new, shiny brick houses.

Most of the poor jingling villages still have dirty firewood burning on their pots, while most people in Weijia villages are burned with coals like gold.

The house of the people of Weijia Village is interesting.

They are like rows of small cut pieces of bread, neatly packed together, row after row.

The small alleys of Weijia Village are actually more interesting.

They are a combination of rows of small bread cube houses, horizontal and vertical, horizontal and vertical, and then, they form a labyrinth of alleys.

Such houses and alleys are rare on the Loess Plateau in our great northwest.