"Let's go, Flowey," he said to his dog, "we'd better take a look." ”

The stars are shining outside, but there is no moon. He made his rounds slowly, meticulously, with very light steps, even a little tiptoeing.

After a slow and careful round of patrols—the lap was almost five miles, and he was tired. He came to the top of the hill and looked out. There was silence all around.

The night was cold and he began to cough. A cold wind blew across the top of the mountain, reminding him of the woman. Now he really wanted to take the woman in his arms and warm her, and the two of them wrapped themselves in a blanket and fell asleep together, for this he was willing to give up all he had, and even everything he might have. He is flesh and blood, he needs love, and he needs to love someone.

He was willing to give up all the hopes of the future and everything he had gained in the past, just to wrap himself in a blanket with her, to sleep warmly together, just to sleep together. It seemed that letting the woman sleep in the crook of his arm was his only prayer. Perhaps, this is the so-called love.

He went to the cabin, wrapped himself in a blanket and lay down on the floor to sleep. But he couldn't sleep, he felt cold. Also, he cruelly felt that his instinctive desires were not satisfied, and cruelly felt the shortcomings of his own loneliness. He wanted to hold her tightly in his arms, become one in an instant, and then fall asleep.

He got up again and walked out, this time towards the garden door, and then walked slowly down the path towards Zhang Haifei's bungalow. It was almost four o'clock in the morning, and the sky was clear, but it was cold, and there was no sign of dawn. He is well adapted to the darkness and can see the way clearly.

Slowly, slowly, the big house attracted him, like a magnet. He wanted to be close to her. It's not desire, it's not that thing. It was loneliness that made him feel cruelly incomplete, and to be complete required a silent woman to curl up in his arms. Maybe he can find her. Maybe he might even be able to call her out, or find a way into the house. He had to find her.

He crept silently up the slope leading to the big house, came to the top of the slope under the big trees, and got into the driveway, which went around a diamond-shaped lawn to the door of the big house. In front of the house, he could already see the two tall and beautiful trees on the flat diamond-shaped lawn, which were shadowed in the night.

The big house was right in front of me, low, narrow, and vaguely shaped, except for one room downstairs with a light on. It was Boss Zhang's room, he knew it. But in which room was she? At the other end of that gossamer, he dragged his woman mercilessly. He didn't know.

He came closer, shotgun in hand, and stood motionless in the driveway, staring at the big house. Maybe he can still find her now and want to be with her. It's not that the house can't be plugged in, he's as smart as a thief. Why not find her?

He stood motionless, waiting, and a slight light appeared behind him. He saw that the lights in the house had gone out. But what he couldn't see was that after Bo Tai turned off the lights, he walked to the window, opened the dark green old curtains, stood in the dark room and looked at the half-light and half-dark sky outside before dawn fell, looking forward to the dawn coming, waiting, waiting for Zhang Haifei to really feel that the dawn had come. As soon as he is convinced that the dawn has come, he will fall asleep immediately.

In a semi-comatose state, she blindly stood waiting for Zhang Haifei to fall asleep. But she was startled by what she saw, and almost cried out. She saw a man standing in the driveway outside, a dark shadow in the dawn. She was halfway awake and continued to observe, but she didn't show a little sound, so as not to wake up Zhang Haifei.

The morning light began to seep into the world, and the dark shadow seemed to begin to shrink, and the appearance began to become clear. She recognized the gun, it was Lee Kwang-suk, the ranger. "That's right, that's his dog, sniffing like a shadow, waiting for him!"

What does this man want to do? Do you want to wake up the people in the big house? What is he standing there for? I was stunned and looked up at the house, like a lovesick male dog standing outside the female dog's den!

Oh, my God! Bo Tai didn't understand. He is Mrs. Zhang's lover! He! That's him!

Botai couldn't help but shiver and break out in a cold sweat.

She didn't have a bad impression of this man, this man was taciturn and withdrawn, but he was indeed a helpful person. There's a fire beneath his cold exterior.

He's a good boy, but he's done her a lot of favors, and he is so clever and clear in explaining the problem to you. His intelligence is similar to Zhang Haifei's, and he has a unique female relationship. People say that he has a better relationship with women than with men.

It's just that this man, like Zhang Haifei, is not a lucky person. Or maybe he doesn't want to get lucky?

Later, he left, and married the woman named Han Nianen, as if he wanted to humiliate himself. Some people marry to humiliate themselves because they are disappointed in everything. No wonder their marriage is over.

For several years, he left, mixed up with a captain or something, and he was considered to get ahead! But then he came to Xichong Village and became a forest ranger!

He may be able to find a job that pays well, but some people won't use it even if they have the opportunity! He sometimes likes to talk about his Northwest Qin dialect. But Bo knew that he could speak like any cultured person, yes.

Yes, yes! Mrs. Zhang has taken a fancy to him! Actually, Mrs. Zhang is not the first woman to fall in love with him. There's something fascinating about him. But how wonderful this must be, a "northern guy" who came here to work got along with the proprietress! That must be a slap in the face to the high-powered Zhang family!

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As the sky dawned, Lee Kwang-suke realized that this would not work! It's not okay to get rid of your loneliness. He's going to have to keep going, for the rest of his life. Coming together must be a matter of both parties. If she hadn't come to him, he wouldn't have pursued her relentlessly. He can't do that. He had to go, wait for her to come.

He turned slowly and thoughtfully, accepting the loneliness again. He knew it was better to be like this. She had to come to him. It was useless for him to follow like this. Useless!

Hirota watched as his figure vanished, followed by his dog.