"Go to sleep. When you wake up, everything will pass."

Wen Xiao looked up at ah Li and smiled, "thank you for your care these days. I'm very happy to meet system Jun... And... He..."

A drop of transparent bitter water fell quietly and hit the snow-white quilt, moistening a layer of dark color.

……

The light rain pattered on the roof tiles.

Wen Xiao woke up from his dream and wiped the sweat on his forehead. He felt stuffy in his chest, so he got up and went out to breathe.

It's October now. It's not hot in small villages in the south. Especially at night, you need to wear a thin coat to resist the cool air at night.

The best friend in a bed turned over and didn't know what dream he was muttering.

Wen Xiao opened the door and went out.

It's dark outside. The night without neon lights is surprisingly quiet. The light rain is still falling. It's lingering and refuses to stop.

It's like a memorial to an old dream that has gone.

Wen Xiao gathered his coat and felt as if he was a little neurotic.

I probably dreamed of a long story just now, but I forgot it all when I woke up.

In this way, the guy in the dream is also very poor. No matter how hard he works in the dream and how many promises he has received, as long as he wakes up, the dreamer will never remember.

Those unforgettable dreams and those promises will no longer be remembered.

And once the person living in the dream is forgotten by the dreamer, who will remember him?

Eh... This kind of affectation hasn't appeared for a long time. Maybe it's because we are busy living in adulthood, and even the sentimental time has been infinitely squeezed.

Wen Xiao didn't feel sleepy at all. He leaned against the wall and listened to the rain. While listening, he let his thoughts wander in his head.

Gradually, the voice in his ear grew louder and louder, and the ground trembled slightly. Wen Xiao was startled. He hurried to the house and called his best friend. He packed up some important belongings casually, ran out of the door and called the villagers from door to door.

A group of people stumbled down the mountain and ran to the temporary shelter at the foot of the mountain, waiting for the shock to pass.

"Is it an earthquake?" Wen Xiao looked at the village head with a serious face. "The vibration is not obvious... Should there be nothing wrong?"

"We've never had an earthquake, but there are many small-scale mudslides. It's raining all the time today. I'm afraid there are signs of landslide... Look at the posture of the earthquake, the scale of the mudslide is not small..."

"Thanks to Miss Wen calling us up, otherwise we would be buried in the earth now," an aunt came up and held Wen Xiao's hand. "Miss Wen is a benefactor of our village."

Wen Xiao smiled helplessly, "I just couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. I found it by chance when I got up to breathe. You don't have to..."

After thanking the villagers, they leaned together in twos and threes and slept by the temperature of the fire lit in the shelter.

Wen Xiao looked at all this in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.

Debris flow

Fortunately, I was hypocritical in the middle of the night. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm struggling to call for help in the soil now?

Wen Xiao leaned against her best friend, closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep.

One second before he went to sleep, Wen Xiao thought vaguely that such natural and man-made disasters were really impossible to prevent. If something happened, wouldn't no one know the two bank cards at home?

When you go back, you must tell your brother that the card is hidden in the wardrobe