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Fugui stood silently at the gate, and a gust of cold wind blew, and he shivered several times in succession.

He stomped his feet and changed his posture. It was quiet everywhere without a sound.

The sky is so cold that only the full moon is lonely and hanging in the dark sky, sprinkling a fluorescent light on the empty Gobi Desert, making the world more and more deserted.

He stared at the full moon, like a piece of white jade embedded in the cold night, with a kind of desolation in peace, and in the quiet night, it poured into a water-like tranquility.

The hazy field can no longer tell where the intersection of heaven and earth is. On the bare mountain in the distance, under the moonlight, it seems so mysterious, only the tall poplar trees at the foot of the mountain stand tall, tenaciously fighting against the cold.

Liu Long, who was standing opposite, tightened his armed belt, smashed the ground with a butt, and whispered to him: "Hey, Fugui, what are you thinking?"

Fugui raised his lips and said nothing, and he didn't want anyone to interrupt his thoughts.

Liu Long was bored, shook his head, walked around with a gun, and his long diagonal shadows swayed back and forth on the cold ground.

A strong feeling suddenly surged from his heart, spreading in his heart like a wave of water. Finally, the homesickness condensed in his eyes, making him feel the sourness of his eyes, and the quiet and clean night around him gradually blurred in his eyes.

At this moment, in a distant place, the small mountain village where he gave birth to and raised him, I wonder if it is also so quiet?

His eyes fell in the darkness in the distance, and there was only a sky. He suddenly remembered what Zhang Chengliang said: Over these mountains, there is my hometown. However, these thousands of mountains blocked his sight, and longing and concern were like a thin stream, bypassing these mountains, and constantly connecting him with his hometown. Finally, the stream merged into a clear lake water, which had been stored in his heart for a long time. Inadvertently, the waves that burst into motion the tenderest pain in his heart, making him feel heart-wrenching pain.

Every sleepless night, he missed the actually dilapidated mountain village, but that mountain village became his uninterrupted concern. There were not only his parents who worked hard to raise him, but also his younger brothers and sisters who were flowing the same blood as him, and the swallows who were silently waiting for him!

Thinking of these relatives, Fugui Youran felt a little sad.

The night is still quiet, slowly spreading a heavy thought in the darkness.

In the tranquility, longing flows, and in the loneliness, the desolation of the night becomes.

That kind of desolation is just like his thoughts at this moment--homes--thoughts.

Since he stepped on this desolate and quiet Gobi Desert, he has never felt the desolation that surged deep in his heart so much. However, on this winter night, those thoughts have repeatedly rippled countless ripples in his once calm heart, and spreading in circles, hitting his heart.

He sighed deeply, and the white mist that he exuded disappeared faintly on the cold winter night, just like his strands of concern.
Chapter completed!