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As the saying goes, when the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, so there is no such sound in the garden. Fang Lin looked at Qingxi Village in the distance, but only saw a vast expanse of whiteness. White seems to be infected by the silence of the night, emitting strange magic and attracting all his mind. Even a night reptile climbed into his face without care.
At that time, Lin An, stretched out his hand and bounced off the reptile, and then turned to look ahead. At this time, he was quietly building a nest next to the root of an old locust tree. His whole body was buried in rotten leaves, which were covered with a thick layer of snow, and only half of his face was exposed in the darkness.
He is hunting.
This craft can be said to be mysterious, but to put it bluntly, it is the way for the poor to survive. For Lin An, it is obviously the latter. As long as he can remember, he remembers that his father, regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow, always took the only wild animal in the family-an old black dog with a guest hound, running around in the vast mountains next to Qingxi Village, looking for a bully, and caught it back.
For this, Lin An still clearly remembers that if the old scar left by the evil wolf on his face can't stop shaking when his father Lin Dongyang comes home at sunset, he can have a sumptuous dinner, or a pheasant, or roe deer meat. but ...
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