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Chapter 327 Rainy Night

The landlady was right as she said, it started to rain in the middle of the night as soon as we arrived.

The rain was falling and the wind was cool. Lao Tan felt a little cold, so he pulled up the quilt under his feet and covered himself.

The sound of rain was coming, and occasionally one or two frogs croaking followed the sound of rain and floated far away.

Dinner was early. After dinner, Lao Tan and Wang Shulan chatted for a while and then went to bed. Now they were sleepy due to the rain and had nothing to do, so they lay on the bed and listened to the sound of rain outside.

I haven’t heard such a quiet sound of rain in many years. Swish, swish, which makes people involuntarily close their eyes and concentrate.

Listen carefully, there is the sound of rain falling on leaves, the whisper of rice leaves flying in the air, the tinkling of the roof, and the crisp sound of dripping from the eaves------

The night is quiet, the rain makes a sound, but it is also quiet.

Poets like this kind of rainy night, and they can express their feelings to their heart's content; singers like this kind of rainy night, they can burst out inspiration and make the notes jump; people who are lost on this kind of rainy night don't like it, because it triggers melancholy, so they can only play with the low strings and drink.

A jug of frustrated wine.

Lao Tan is not a poet or a singer, nor is he disappointed.

He is enjoying it, like an old monk sitting in meditation.

At this moment, the whole world is quiet, clean, and dust-free.

He hears far and sees far.

With his eyes closed, he saw the trees in the mountains singing joyfully in the rain, and the raindrops on their leaves quietly sliding down. The squirrels taking shelter in the branches moved their little heads smartly, avoiding the rain from time to time.

You can smell the smell of the mountains in the rain, fresh and humid, stirring all living things.

Suddenly, a stream of thoughts floated away, through the thin rain, to the distance - that familiar small mountain village.

"Didn't you see the raindrops? Why don't you go into the house?" my mother shouted standing at the door.

Xiao Tan, who had just started school, shouted to his mother: "I'm not afraid, Mom, I have a burrow."

After Xiao Tan finished speaking, he ran under the edge of the courtyard wall. There was a hole there that only allowed one person to climb in. This was his masterpiece for two weeks. Although the hole was small, the inside was spacious and could make him comfortable.

Lie down and read a book.

He nimbly got in through the hole, then stuck his head out and shouted to his mother: "Mom, we can't water here."

Mother shook her head dotingly and turned back into the house to cook.

He was lying in his palace reading a book, but was soon attracted by the sound of rain outside. He put down the book and lay there, looking at the falling rain outside, listening in rapt attention.

He heard the sound of rain falling on the corn leaves in the garden above the small palace, swish. He heard the sound of rain falling on the leaves of the poplar trees behind the house, swish.

The swishing sound was beautiful and quiet. It was the first time he felt the tranquility and clarity of the world.

He closed his eyes, listened, and enjoyed it.

The small cave is very warm, with moist and fresh rain coming in from the entrance, and there is a smell of mountains and wind inside.

After so many years, I have the same feeling today.

The moist and fresh rain drifting in from the window carries the smell of mountains and wind. This is the smell of rain.

When the aroma of the food drifted in through the rain through the small hole, my mother's voice sounded again: "It's time to eat, come out quickly."

In fact, he wanted to stay a little longer, but his stomach growled and the smell of the food was so tempting, so he crawled out of the small hole and ran a few steps into the house.

The room is warm, the food is fragrant, the warmth is two different feelings from the humidity and freshness of the rain.

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In the darkness and the sound of rain, everything was so quiet.

Lao Tan wanted to smoke a cigarette. When he reached out to touch the cigarette, he suddenly heard a scream coming from Wang Shulan's room next door. He sat up suddenly and got down, turned on the light, opened the door and walked to the next room.

The door of the next room opened, and Wang Shulan came out with a frightened look on her face. She said in horror: "Rat, rat."

It turned out to be a rat. Lao Tan thought something had happened, so he gave up his worries after a false alarm.

Wang Shulan, like Lao Tan, woke up as soon as it rained outside.

The rain that drifted in from the window was cool. She turned on the light and walked to the window to close it. She seemed to be attracted by the night rain in the countryside and stood there watching it for a while.

Raindrops drifted in and fell on her face. The coolness made her shiver, so she closed the window and turned around and lay on the bed. She wanted to continue sleeping, but she forgot to turn off the light before going to bed. She was lazy like a little woman and didn't want to

Get up, light a light and go to sleep.

Five minutes later, she opened her eyes - she couldn't sleep with the light on. She had to sit up reluctantly, put on her shoes and turn off the light.

Before turning off the light, she accidentally glanced at the window. By coincidence, an adult, strong rat was squatting on the window sill and looking in through the glass. After she screamed "Ah——",

The mouse was similarly frightened, jumped off the window sill and ran away into the rain.

Lao Tan went into the house to look for the mouse but could not find it. He said to Wang Shulan, who was still scared standing outside the door: "He ran away. It's okay. Come in."

Wang Shulan refused to enter, her face turned pale, and she said tremblingly: "If you don't enter, I won't be able to live in this house anymore."

"Then come to my house, I'll stay here."

After Lao Tan finished speaking, he laughed, thinking that he didn't say anything. Seeing how frightened she was, she didn't dare to live alone.

Wang Shulan glared hard at Lao Tan. Lao Tan rubbed his hands without embarrassment, closed the door and came out, and followed her back to the room.

Township guest houses are no different than city hotels, with standard rooms, deluxe double rooms, etc. Each room has two single beds, maintaining the fine tradition of the 1980s.

This is not the first time that the two of them have lived in the same room. There is no awkwardness or embarrassment, and they just have the same bed.

"I was about to turn off the light, and the big rat was lying on the glass and looking into the room. I even looked at the beard------" Wang Shulan recounted the scene where she and the rat looked at each other.

Old Tan smiled and poured her a cup of hot water. After she took a sip, she put the cup on the corner table beside the bed and continued, "It's been years since I saw a mouse."

"Yes." Lao Tan hummed.

"Will this rain stop tomorrow morning?"

Lao Tan looked out the window and heard the sound of rain, neither small nor heavy.

"It's so annoying——"

"If it rains, it will be impossible to pass without stopping. The mountain road is dangerous." Wang Shulan said worriedly.

Lao Tan lit up a cigarette and said: "It's okay if we don't go to Da Da. It can be opened to traffic, but it's dangerous to go to Da Da."

Wang Shulan recalled that last year she and Lao Tan encountered heavy rain when they returned to Chifeng from Beautiful Valley, and said: "Brother, do you think we are guilty of something evil? If we don't go out, it will either rain or be white-haired wind, which is evil."

"What's evil? It's normal. Who would ask a fortune teller when they go out? They know that they sleep on a sieve." Lao Tan said.

Wang Shulan laughed. When she laughed, she realized that the little shirt she was wearing could not block the scenery. The two mountain peaks were half-covered and half-exposed, just visible and looming. She couldn't help but blush, and subconsciously pulled the quilt to her chest.

Lao Tan looked at it and said he was lying when he said he wasn't tempted. He just didn't look there and smoked to avoid it.

After being covered by the leaking spring light, Wang Shulan's face was still a little red, and she said without saying anything: "We really have to figure it out when we go out in the future."

Lao Tan smiled and said nothing.

"Brother, give me a cigarette." Wang Shulan also wanted to smoke.

Lao Tan handed her a cigarette and lit it. Then he walked to the door and turned off the light. The room instantly fell into darkness, with only two cigarette butts, one bright and one dark.

Neither of them said anything, just leaning on the bed and smoking.

The sound of rain was falling outside, drawing the night deeper into the night.

In the darkness, Wang Shulan exhaled the smoke from her mouth, and then took another puff. The light on the cigarette end became brighter, and then dimmed.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?" she asked.

"I didn't think about anything--" Lao Tan said.

"Do you want a wife?"

"No."

"No?"

"Really not."


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