The faint clouds are mixed with the gentle morning dew, like a cocoon burden. The blue sky is like a wash, the fragrance of flowers is soft several times, and Nan Tang is a little bored walking by the moat. The lazy July sun sets on the lake, reflecting countless stars. There had been a light rain earlier, and the sleeves of the swaying clouds were still wet. A few children who went to the school happily jumped in front of Nan Tang's eyes, and read aloud: "Big rat and big mouse, no food for me!" Three-year-old girl, don't care about it. The dying woman is a paradise. Paradise, love me.

This familiar ≪ rat ≫, how can it not make people lovesick.

Many years ago, I also innocently recited such a heavy poem as a children's rhyme. Now that I think about it, it's really naïve, so naïve that I actually believe that Gao Shibai, who is only five years older than me, is definitely not my ninth uncle. That past is still so vivid.

"Brother Shibai, are you here? Nan Tachibana stepped forward and happily grabbed Gao Shibai's sleeve.

"Well, Yun Jian, what were you just reading? Is it a rat in the Book of Songs? Gao Shibai's eyebrows and eyes are delicate, but it seems that he has been on the battlefield for a long time, and the handsome young man is no longer there, and his eyebrows are resolute, erasing his childishness and becoming mature.

Mu Nancheng nodded, "Brother Shibai also knows, I thought Brother Shibai was not interested in children's songs." ＂

"Children's rhymes? Nan Tachibana, don't you know the origin of this poem? At that time, Shibaku's face had a warm smile.

"I don't know, Brother Shibai and I can tell you about it, I like to hear you tell stories the most. Mu Nancheng smiled brightly, not expecting that Gao Shibai's next words would affect his life.

"I'm going to start talking about it, during the Spring and Autumn Period, there was a small country in Ruicheng, Shanxi Province, the Wei State, and at that time, there would be a serious rat infestation in the countryside of Wei every year. The peasants had no choice but to face the voles and run wild. The rats would drill a small hole in the wall of the house and blatantly carry the millet into a nest in the woods. It is rumored that people at the time turned a blind eye to this scene and even became numb. They also said: In fact, the world is ruled by rats. ＂

Nan Tang was a little excited: "It's ridiculous! ＂

"No, you're wrong, Nan Tang, this rat is relative. Our world also has this kind of corrupt officials who take the appearance of human beings and exploit the people like rats. Even if people hate it, they have to provide for it. This weak Wei State was destroyed very early, and perhaps, the cause of the destruction of the country was the 'Shuo Rat'. ＂

Mu Nanju didn't speak, and the blue lantern that only kills corrupt officials was born in her heart.

Big rat big mouse, no food for me! Three-year-old girl, don't care about it. The dying woman is a paradise. Paradise and Paradise, love me?

Rats and rats, no food for me! Three-year-old girl, Mo I Kende. The deceased woman is suitable for the country. Happy country, happy country, love me straight?

Rats and rats, no food for my seedlings! Three-year-old girl, Mo I am willing to work. The deceased woman is suitable for the suburbs. Le Jiao Le Jiao, who is the eternal number?

Reading it again, Nan Tang is no longer as simple as before, and this poem has carried too much helplessness.

Where are you looking for a happy land?

She Mu Nan Tang must find that blessing.

The early sun, the sky, the lonely shadow, only one person.

This path is destined to be lonely, she knows.