It was lightly bright for most of the day, and it seemed that it was not night. That was, it was dawn?

There is no need to mobilize such a group of troops to make it like a thief in the family.

Pull the quilt, beat it, and I continue to sleep.

I was confused, there was movement under the window, and someone was talking, it was Brian.

He got up so early, was he a thief?

The morning class clock for Fuyun Temple has not yet been ringed.

I got up earlier than the monk and had a problem with my brain.

Pull the quilt, beat it, and I continue to sleep.

"What's going on? Are you okay?"

The voice of Mingfeng talking to is not light, obviously he was frightened and had no sleepiness.

I suddenly woke up and seemed to be moving outside. What does it mean?

An earthquake?

I heard that no one was afraid of earthquakes. I often picked it in the middle of the night. I haven't experienced it yet, and I don't know whether it is true or false.

This, Mingfeng also got up

"Fortunately I ran away quickly, it's okay."

Brian's voice felt like he was still scared, and it was obviously a big deal.

"Fortunately, the coal stove used is going to explode with a gas tank."

The only one who knows whether Ming Feng added fuel to the fire or hindsight.

But the tone of gratitude is very obvious. Obviously, the meaning of avoiding a disaster is very obvious.

"I don't know, there is an ant nest over there, I just happened to try the wetness of the river."

Uncle Tao, the obvious culprit, said in a quibbling tone afterwards, and was full of grievances.

Our house is by the river, with many trees around and mosquitoes in summer. This is a fact. Why are he doing something that is harmful to the sky and has to complain early in the morning?

I shook my head, pulled my hair on both sides, pulled the curtains, and pushed the window open, and the outside was already lit.

All four men were standing at the kitchen door. There seemed to be a smell of smoke in the direction of the kitchen. There was a liquefied gas and gas stove at the door, and Aunt Tao was cooking.

Is this style a bit postmodern minimalist?

Or hippie punk element?

"What's wrong?"

I asked.

Several people looked over at each other, looking angry and funny, and a little nonsense that the big boy made a mistake.

It seems that nothing big happens, I feel relieved
Chapter completed!