Life is as short as a spring dream

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"Senior brother, when will the rain stop?" Hua Manzhu frowned, complaining as he took out two cloaks from the bag, first put them on his senior brother, and wrapped them up himself.

Ren Pingsheng didn't turn his head back, he stretched out his hand to hold Hua Manzhu's head and rubbed it.

"Pig! If you fall until dawn, go to sleep when it's cold."

Huamanzhu shrank his head to avoid Ren Pingsheng's hand, and fell silent.Eight inches of the ten inches in this dilapidated temple were already wet, and a circle of small mushrooms had grown on the meadow, Hua Manzhu took a look around, and decided to just sit by the window with his senior brother.It's cold and rainy in late autumn, and it's not over yet.

"Brother," Hua Manzhu tilted his head, and fell decisively on Ren Pingsheng's shoulder, "Are you thinking about the past again?"

Ren Pingsheng glanced at him, stretched out his long arms and pulled him into his arms, "Sleep with you."

Hua Manzhu pursed her mouth, but contentedly used Ren Pingsheng's thigh as a pillow.

After a long while, Huamanzhu Jiang was still asleep, he was bewildered to see his senior brother staring out of the window expressionlessly, and sighed in his heart.He turned over and put his face close to Ren Pingsheng's chest, as if speaking to his senior brother's heart: "Senior brother, it will be fine."

Ren Pingsheng lowered his head and smiled, and hugged him tighter.

"Go to sleep."

How similar this rainy night was to that year.