My Witch Nichang (MTL) (1)

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"Little Saner, you stupid girl!"

As soon as I sat down, I didn't breathe, and I heard the loud voice.

"You're going to be stupid. The firewood is picked up and thrown away by the stove? Does this fire want to kill someone? Still, the sun behind the courtyard will spread out and go!"

You are the third person, frowning secretly, but dare not speak out.

Helplessly stood up and rubbed his sour little arm, dragged the firewood bundle higher than me and dragged it out, leaving a long trail in the mud, and a silly girl stupid came from her ear. Complaint, fortunately, he did not follow him.

The so-called backyard is just a fairly flat open space behind the house. The crooked fence barely separates the green bamboo and the trees, but it can't stop the weeds everywhere. I never dare to walk there easily. .

Looking around, except for mountains.

I sighed, untied the knots, and lined the firewood branches against the wall.

Chai Zhi is very thick and long, and his small arms and calves are very difficult to make. In such a harsh environment and such overdrafting work, it is no wonder that the first two girls in his family are gone.

But I can't go anymore, I don't want to go anymore.

Even the hunter's family in the wild mountains and wild mountains, even the unimaginable poverty and hard work, and even the never-ending bustling noise, want to live, and the fear of death is enough.

"What's weird about my little three on the floor?"

With a thick voice, a big hand touched his head, and then his feet were off the ground with a tight foot.

Throwing down the rising branches in the mud, in order to maintain balance, he had to turn around and hug the man's neck, and called with a smile: "Dad."

But a layer of goosebumps secretly emerged. A few years passed, but she was not used to it.

The man never noticed and smiled, so he took the baby and the prey into the house, and today ’s harvest is richer than the previous few days. The woman is happy, and while habitually complaining, she is intensifying cooking and dinner table. I was planning to smoke the extra prey and smoke it down the mountain in two days to sell it for a good price.

Taking advantage of that gimmick, half of a bun was stolen, and the woman would think that she had eaten it, no matter how poor she was, she could not be hungry to be a family member.

After waiting for the night.

In fact, the most annoying thing is at night. After the sun goes down, the mountains are very dark, and the lamp oil is very expensive, so you have to lie down and fall asleep early after doing the chores. This is okay. There is another point, which is really impossible. endure.

There was a slight but rapid gasp from the other end in the dark, and I got up quietly, and routinely touched the door.

A six-year-old shouldn't understand these things. She shouldn't understand what adults think of her, nor should he understand what is called a man, a girl, or a girl. He shouldn't understand that father and mother turn off the lights every night and go to bed. Well, a six-year-old child worked hard with his adult for a day, and should have slept to death.

Unfortunately, their three children are an exception.

The moonlight was washing in the courtyard, and the air was slightly wet. Although there were frogs and snoring waves, they still couldn't change the quiet atmosphere.