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Chapter 93

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    I grabbed a handful of dead grass and swept out a clean piece of ground from the dust. The marble-paved ground was flat and covered with dust.  I moved a long stone bench, wiped it clean, and then spread clean yellow grass on it, and let Yang Yue sit down.

    Yang Yue's hair had already been twisted into several large locks by the rain, and the water was still turbulent.  Yang Yue seemed to be froze, she folded her arms and shivered.

    I fumbled in my wet pocket and took out the matchbox.  Fortunately, there are still a few dry ones, and some firewood is piled up in a few corners, as if people often come here.  I carefully picked up a dry matchstick, and squatted in the corner, feeling and looking for it very carefully.  In a smooth place, rub lightly, and it catches!  The fire warmed my face, and I quickly stooped to light the firewood.

    We gathered around the fire, each busy with our own affairs.

    I unscrewed the clothes, found a tree to lift them up, and hung them to dry.  Yang Yue also twisted her gown, and I helped her set it up by the fire.  After a while, the heat climbed up from the clothes.

    I added more firewood, and after a while, my whole body was full of smoke, steaming hot.

    "Is it raining for a long time?" Yang Yue twisted the rainwater in her hair, and stretched it out again.

    "Well, it may be late at night."

    "Ah, what shall we do then? How to go back?"

    "If you can't, just stay overnight and leave tomorrow morning. It's raining too much, and the mountain torrent will definitely come tonight. It's dangerous with our strength alone."

    "Oh, that's only for one night." She put on half-dry clothes, sat down, curled up, put her hands parallel on her knees, and her chin rested on the back of her hands.

    "Fortunately, Grandpa Liu's ducks and geese were not released." She said lightly.

    "Ah, it's broken! Jun, is the chicken coop door still open? They're about to get wet, what should I do?" She became anxious.

    "Don't worry, they're not stupid, they won't go back to their nests, don't worry! They won't get wet."

    "Oh, I can't feed them tonight." She seemed aggrieved, and muttered, "Tomorrow morning, I'll make it up tomorrow morning."

    I looked at her and smiled again.  She was still the same, curled up, staring blankly at the fire.  Flaming sparks danced in her eyes, shining brightly.  The light red flared petal-shaped culottes are extremely gorgeous under the light of the fire.

    "Yue, I'm going out to find something to eat."

    "No, I'm afraid."

    "What are you afraid of, there is no one here."

    "No, look at this clay sculpture, this broken house." She pointed to a pile of clay standing by the wall.

    "I'm afraid, don't look for it anymore, I'm not hungry, I'm the only one left after you left, I'm afraid."

    I looked outside the house, and the rain turned into a thick water column, running down, as if it could not stop.  The rain poured down from the eaves at the door, and the rain was like a waterfall, blocking the door.  As soon as the firelight shines, some white light is returned.

    "Okay." I picked up some firewood from other places in the house and piled them together.  I don't know when, I also sat on the stone bench, breaking off the dead branches in my hands, watching the fire.  The rain will stop for a while, let's go out and find something to eat, I think.  The sky outside gradually darkened, and the firelight became brighter and brighter. This kind of brightness made people feel that there was only such a small place left in this world.

    "I have one, I don't know if it's called Uncle or Uncle, and it used to live here."

    "Oh, what are you doing? Is it a monk?"

    "No, he was looking at the mountains and forests, and later died here."

    "Huh?" She rolled her big eyes to look around, and hurriedly grabbed one of my arms to wrap her arms around it.  "Jun, don't scare me."

    "I didn't scare you. He ran into a vixen the night he died.

    "Huh? A vixen?" (Remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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