The light pollution in the countryside is not as serious as in the city. Just as nine o'clock, there are no lights on in the entire Chenjia Village, and the mountains and rivers behind the village are also silent in the night.
When everything was quiet, dark clouds slowly drifted in from afar, covering the starry sky and bright moon, and Chenjia Village was completely plunged into pitch darkness.
A chilly wind suddenly blew, and the bare branches outside the courtyard wall swayed in the wind. The only two shabby street lamps on the village road flickered, and the half-closed wooden window in Chen Mingyu's bedroom made two teeth-grinding creaking sounds.
The cool wind penetrated into the room in every way, and the sound of the wind passing through the gaps in the window frames was sharp, like a woman's scream of pain, which aroused endless reverie.
Shen Mingyu, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, turned over and was not awakened by the movement caused by the wind.
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