The night is deep, only a bright moon lingers in the sky, and the stars are dim and dare not compete for brilliance from the side, but the moonscape is not long, and the dark clouds float to cover the full moon.

Barren mountains and mountains, the old leaves have fallen all the leaves, leaving only bald branches, and the withered yellow leaves cover the ground, hiding the insects and stumbling under them.

Suddenly, the crisp sound of broken leaves was rapid and continuous, and it was a short boy who fled in a panic with tears in his eyes, looking at his immature face but fourteen or fifteen years old, and the baby in his arms was sleeping with his fingers instigated,

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