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After the dishes were washed, they were placed on the table with water stains.
The girl in the light red shirt wiped her hands on her body.
A boy sat by the door, fiddling with farm tools.
The other was sitting in front of the room and yawning. After a while, he took out a book from his arms, opened it and read it lazily.
It was a little dark, but not completely dark yet.
The girl looked up at the sky, the sky darkened slowly in spring, and it would probably take a while to wait for it to get dark.
After thinking about it, he said to the two teenagers in the room.
"Brother Zhong, Uncle, I went out to collect some firewood, but there is no more firewood at home."
"Well, good." The young man by the door propped his neck, looking nonchalant, but finally added a sentence.
"It's getting dark, remember to come back early."
He always cared about his family, but it was hard to tell from his appearance.
The boy sitting by the door and fiddling with farm tools stopped what he was doing, smiled, and said to the girl.
"Listen to your brother Zhong."
"Got it." The girl said with a smile, picked up a backpack and went out.
There is some quietness on the field trail at night, the soil on the road is loose and mixed with blades of grass. The slightly withered green and yellow are mixed with earthy colors, and there is an occasional sound of frogs between the grass on both sides, and then moves away with the shaking of the grass, presumably the field frog in the grass has jumped far.
There was a burst of soft singing on the path, not singing, just humming. The voice was sweet, humming a little country tune.
I don't know the name of the tune, but it is somewhat melodious, accompanied by the sound of frogs and insects in the distance in the fields in the evening.
As the sound approached, a young girl came bouncing, with some dead branches and leaves in the basket on her back.
There is a forest beyond the field, and some firewood can always be picked up there.
Walking along the trail into the forest, the girl hummed a little tune, looking in a good mood, and picked up the fallen branches and leaves on the ground. It hasn't rained in the past few days, so these branches and leaves are dry, which is just right for firewood or fuel.
"Crackling."
It's the sound of raindrops hitting the blades, and it really comes at whatever you say.
The girl raised her head and found a thin layer of rain clouds floating in the sky.
A spring rain in the mountains and forests came as soon as it was said. It was fine and dense, not too big, but it also disturbed some people.
It's like a girl picking up dead branches. Now the dead branches can't be picked up, and even the things in the basket are probably going to be wet by the rain for a while so they can't be used anymore.
"Shushasha."
The rain started to fall, falling finely and continuously, and sprinkled among the fields.
The light rain in the afterglow of the setting sun has a little bit of light gold, and the brilliance penetrates between the raindrops.
Seeing from a distance, the mountains and fields are smudged with gold and red, and the slanting shadows are swaying, which is a fascinating scene.
But this is not the time to appreciate the beauty.
When watching the rain, you will feel that the rain scene is quiet and good, but you may not necessarily think so when it is raining.
The soil on the country road was soaked by the rain and became squishy. The grass blades and young seedlings were slightly shaken by the rain, and their heads were half-drowned from the rain.
The girl covered her head with her hands, and ran towards home with the bamboo basket on her back.
"Clap clack."
A man in gray was lying in the forest, with a bamboo box beside him, with a bamboo hat covering his face, he looked as if he was dozing there.
She didn't know that it was the sound of rain that woke her up.
It was the raindrops hitting her body that woke her up.
The man in gray raised some bamboo hats, looked up to the sky with weak eyes under the brim, and said helplessly.
"It's raining?"
"Really, it's raining overnight." The man in gray grabbed her hair and sat up while complaining. She was already hungry, and now she might have to spend the night in the rain.
He put his hand on the bamboo box, and saw that there seemed to be a breath shaking on the bamboo box, and the raindrops that hit it would fall naturally, and none of them could fall into the bamboo box.
"I don't know if it's wet." The man in gray muttered to himself, and opened the bamboo box.
Only then did the contents of the bamboo box come out, they were all books, so full that the bamboo box was so large that it was impossible to count how many books there were in it.
The man in gray looked through it briefly, and found that all the books were not wet by the rain before he was about to close the bookcase again.
"what?"
She suddenly made a suspicious sound and flipped between the two books.
"As for the green pouch book, remember to put it here."
But one of them was missing, and she couldn't find it.
Sitting on the spot and thinking about it for a long time, he raised his eyebrows and remembered the reason.
"Oh, it was given to a young man earlier, but I forgot."
It was probably several years ago, but for her, the time of several years may really be the same as before.
But she forgot to ask the young man's name.
"I don't know if Hua Tuo will write another green bag book in the future. Wouldn't it be a duplicate name?"
The man in gray muttered and shook his head.
"Forget it, don't think about things after this."
As he spoke, he closed the bookcase, stood up from the side of the road, and looked out of the forest.
She wanted to see if there was anyone nearby who could stay overnight, otherwise, sleeping in the mountains and forests in this rainy weather would make people uncomfortable due to the humidity.
Outside the forest is a field, the young seedlings in the field have just sprouted, and they are scattered there, which can be regarded as a unique scenery of Tianjia.
A light rain in spring is not a bad thing for farmers, but it is a worrying thing if there is no rain in spring.
Since it is a field, there should be people nearby.
The man in gray's eyes fell on one place, where he saw a girl running in a hurry with a basket on her back against the rain.
In the direction I ran, I could vaguely see a few thatched houses built there.
Go check it out, hope there's a place to hide from the rain.
Thinking about it, the man in gray straightened his bamboo hat, lifted the bookcase on the ground and carried it on his back, picked up a "black stick" leaning on the side and walked towards the distant hut.
The sound of rain outside the house was soft, ringing in people's ears.
In front of the small courtyard in the hut, there was a long sound of reading, which spread far away amidst the sound of rain.
"Step out of the gate of Qicheng, and look at Dangyin in the distance.
There are three tombs in the middle, which are very similar.
Ask whose tomb it is, Tian Jiang Gu Yezi.
Power can row Nanshan, Wen Neng Jedi Ji.
Once he was slandered, two peaches killed three scholars.
Who can plan for this, the country's prime minister is the same as Yan Zi. "
The Zhuge family in Longzhong, Xiangyang, likes to sing for Liang's father.
"Brother Zhong, it's raining, why hasn't my little sister come back?"
The boy sitting by the door and tending the farm tools looked at the light rain in the sky, and asked the boy in front of the hall with some worries.