For a Prosperous World

"despair."

After washing the dishes, they were placed on the table with water stains.

The girl in a light red shirt wiped her hands on her body.

A teenager sat by the door and fiddled with farm tools.

The other was sitting in front of the room and yawning, half a ring, took out a book from his arms, and opened it to watch lazily.

It was a little dark, but it was not completely dark.

The girl looked up at the sky. It was dark in spring, and it would take a while to wait for it to come down.

After thinking about it, he said to the two teenagers in the room.

"Zhong brother, uncle, I went out to pick up some firewood, there is no more firewood in the house."

"Well, okay." The boy next to the door braced his neck and looked careless. At the end, he added a sentence.

"It's getting dark this day, remember to come back earlier."

He always cared about his family, but it was really invisible to him.

The boy sitting at the door, playing with farm tools, stopped his work, smiled, and said to the girl.

"Listen to your second brother."

"I know." The girl said with a smile, took a backpack and went out.

There was some quietness on the field trails in the evening. The dirt on the road was loose and mixed with grass. The slightly withered green and yellow were mixed with earthy colors. Occasionally, there was a sound of frogs between the grasses on both sides, and then followed by a wave of shaking between the grasses. It was estimated that the grassy field frogs jumped long.

There was a soft singing voice on the trail, nothing sang, just hum. The voice was sweet and humming in the country.

I don't know the name, but it's a bit melodious. In the evening field, the frogs sing with the distant frogs.

As the voice approached, a young girl bounced forward, with some litter in the basket on her back.

There is a mountain forest outside the field, where there is always some firewood to be picked up.

Walking along the path into the mountains and forests, the girl hummed in a minor key, looked at a good mood, and picked the leaves and leaves that fell on the ground. It hasn't rained in the past few days, so these branches and leaves are dry, which is good as firewood or as fuel.

"Crack."

It was a sound of raindrops on the leaves.

The girl looked up and found a thin layer of rain clouds floating in the sky.

A spring rain between the mountains and forests came from the beginning. It was fine and meticulous and not too big, but it also caused some people to bother.

For example, a girl picking up dead branches, now this dead branch cannot be picked up, and even the estimate in the back of the basket will be wet with rain for a while.

"Rustic."

The rain began to rain, and the rain fell down into the fields.

The light rain in the setting sun brought a little bit of light gold, and the bright color passed between the raindrops.

From a distance, the field in the mountains was stained with golden red, and the oblique shadow was shaking, but it was an immersive scene.

But this is not the time to enjoy the view.

When you look at the rain, you will feel that the rain is quiet, and when you are raining, you may not think so.

The dirt on the country road was soaked with rainwater and became soft, and the blades of grass and small seedlings were slightly shaken by the rainwater, and the rainwater was half-dropped.

The girl covered her head with her hands and ran towards the house carrying the bamboo basket behind her.

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"Flip-flop."

A gray-clad man was lying in the woods, with a bamboo box beside him, and the bucket hat covered his face, looking like he was sleeping there.

I don't know if the sound of a messy rain in her ear woke her up.

Still the rain that struck her woke her up.

The gray-clad man lifted up some bucket hats, and some weak eyes under the brim looked at the sky and said helplessly.

"It's raining?"

"Really, the house leak happens to be rainy night." The gray-clad man grabbed her hair and sat up while complaining. She was already hungry. She might still be in the rain for the night.

I put my hand on the bamboo box, and saw that there seemed to be a shaking of breath on the bamboo box. After that, the raindrops would fall off naturally, and no one could fall into the bamboo box.

"I don't know if it's wet." The gray-clad man said to himself, opening the bamboo box.

Then the contents of the bamboo box were revealed, all of which were books and texts. They were almost full of quite large bamboo boxes. How many of them were unknown.

The man in the gray clothing simply checked it and found that all the books had not been wet by the rain before preparing to close the bookcase again.

"what?"

She suddenly made a sound of doubt and flipped between the two books.

"Where is the green pouch? It's here."

One of them was missing, and she couldn't find it.

Sitting in place and thinking for a while, he raised his eyebrows and thought of the reason.

"Oh, I gave it to a young man, but I forgot it."

It was probably a few years ago, but for her years, maybe it was really not much different from the previous one.

But she forgot to ask the young man's name.

"I don't know if Hua Yao will write another green book in the future, wouldn't it be the same name?"

The man in gray murmured and shook his head.

"Forget it, I don't want to do anything after that."

Talking about closing the book box, he got up from the curb and looked out of the forest.

She wanted to see if anyone nearby could stay overnight, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to sleep in the mountains in the rainy weather.

There is a field outside the forest. The young seedlings in the field have just sprung up and are scattered there.

A light rain on spring day is not a bad thing for farmers. If it doesn't rain on spring day, it is worrying.

Since it is a field, there should be someone nearby.

The grey-clad man's gaze fell in one place, where he was seeing a young girl running in a hurry with a rain-carrying basket on her back.

In the direction of running, we can see a few thatched houses built there.

Check it out, hoping to have a shelter from the rain.

Thinking, the gray-clad man tidy up the bucket, lifted the bookcase on the ground and carried it on his back, picked up a "black stick" leaning to the side and walked towards the distant hut ~ www.wuxiaspot. com ~ The sound of rain outside the house is light and loud in people's ears.

In front of the small courtyard in the hut, the sound of study was heard, and it spread far away in the sound of rain.

"Step out of Qi Chengmen and look into the dark.

There are three tombs in it, which are similar.

Ask who's tomb, Tian Jiang Gu Yezi.

Li Neng ranked Nanshan, Wen Neng Jedi Period.

At one point he was sworn and Ertao killed three men.

Who can do this, the State Minister Qi Yanzi. "

Zhuge's family in Xiangyang Longzhong is so good for Liang Father.

"Brother Zhong, it's raining, why isn't the little girl back yet?"

The teenager sitting at the door, looking after the farm tools, looked at the rain in the sky, and asked the teenager in front of the hall anxiously.