Back in the side courtyard, Black Gold was still locked in the attic, but this time Song Liyun left it some more dried fruit and water.
It wasn't that Song Liyun didn't trust it, but Black Gold wasn't an ordinary monkey; it was a matter of life and death, so even if it suffered some injustice, she had to be careful.
As soon as Song Liyun came down from the attic, she saw two people, one tall and one short, standing at the entrance of the main house.
The oil lamp flickered in the wind, casting two indistinct shadows on the ground, as if the two people were dust particles about to be swept away by the wind.
But every time the darkest period passes, it stubbornly reappears.
Song Liyun smiled and said: Their lives are like the lamp in their hands, fragile yet tenacious.
Song Zhenping, his face filled with anxiety, held a lamp in one hand and held Xiao An's hand in the other, gazing into the deep darkness. Suddenly, he saw a figure moving in the courtyard and hurriedly called out, "Is that Yun'er?"
Song Liyun responded, carrying a few pieces of wood as she walked over, smiling and saying, "Brother, I'll get the firewood over there, don't worry!"
Song Zhenping couldn't find her and called her several times without getting a response. He wanted to go out to look for her, but Xiao An was with him, so he could only wait at the door.
Now that she's back, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
The night was very quiet; there was no sound of wailing that had appeared out of nowhere the night before. Only night birds catching field mice glided silently over the rooftops.
After two days and two nights of work, Song Liyun finally got a good night's sleep in the warm room.
When she woke up, the door to the main room was wide open, and Xiao An was sweeping the floor with a broom. When he saw her come out, he stopped and gave her a smile.
Song Liyun pinched a few small braids behind his ears and laughed, "It's still early! Why don't you sleep a little longer, Xiao An?"
Xiao An shook his head, holding the broom and just smiling without saying a word.
Xiao An still doesn't like to talk, so Song Liyun affectionately patted his head before rushing to the front yard to prepare breakfast for everyone.
But there was already someone in the kitchen.
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