At night, the two of them lay with their backs to each other, and the stone slept on Cang Ji's chest, rising and falling with Cang Ji's rise and fall. It fell asleep, but Easton was awake. There was fresh rain outside the window, and spring thunder sounded.
Easton was listening to the rain and was meditating. Just as he was closing his eyes to rest, he heard the faint sound of bells in the rain. His mind was led by the bell to wander, and he gradually left the inner room and saw another scene.
It's still raining heavily.
Barefoot children emerged from the bamboo fence, jumping towards the thatched house with fat leaves on their heads. The room was dark and had a medicinal smell like dirt. The child stepped on the mud seals and ran to the inner room. On the old couch sleeping was a man, with a sallow face and skinny bones.
Zhi'er knelt down on the edge of the couch, her eyes brightened by the rain. He took out the oil paper from under the thin cloth and pulled it apart. Inside lay a candy cake the size of his palm. He looked at the candy cake, swallowed a few times, and pushed the man.
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