The night is quiet, the door of the small house is closed.

There were seven or eight people sleeping in the whole room, lying on the big bunk, you next to me, I squeezed you.The lamp was turned off, Wen Deng was lying on the bed, the night wind was hot, he opened his arms, his half-long hair hung around his neck,

Asleep, he still hooked the lame man's fingers and hid in the quilt. The scars on the lame man's face were hidden in the darkness, and he couldn't see clearly. He half-opened his eyes and looked at the warm lamp.

Snoring all over the house.

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