"Okay, you go to sleep first."
Yan Siming looked at the fish soup that was still more than half full and knew that it was left for him by Ali. He looked up and around.
Apart from the areas illuminated by the firelight, it was pitch black all around.
Above us, there were only leaves and the starry sky.
Yan Siming sometimes wondered if he hadn't been a general, but a hunter, and had started a family early, with a wife and children.
That night, Yan Siming had a dream.
In his dream, he was a hunter, and then he dreamed that he married a woman surrounded by villagers.
When the red veil was lifted, he felt short of breath even before he could see the bride's face.
Yan Siming opened his eyes with difficulty and found that Ali was a terrible sleeper. Not only had she rolled over onto him, but she also kept rubbing against him.
Yan Siming could still hear Ali saying, "Candied hawthorn, sesame seed cake, big chicken leg..."
Yan Siming raised his hand and pushed the person away, whispering, "Alright, I know you like to eat. When we go to town later, I'll let you eat your fill."
However, Ahri was still whimpering and didn't hear her at all.
Yan Siming got up resignedly, covered Ali with the thin blanket, then took down the rope and machete that had been hanging on the wall the night before and went out.
However, after leaving the house, looking at the gradually dawning sky, Yan Siming suddenly turned back to look at Ali. Seeing that she was still asleep, he gently closed the door.
During his recovery, he suffered from several high fevers. Ah Li was so worried that after sleeping on the same bed a few times, the two gradually started sleeping together.
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