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Withachickenfeatherswordcutdownatree‘sthickbirch，hissidehaveneverseensuchacoarsewhitebirch，approachingandcmindiameter，kiddopantisabitmuch，alsohaveonthefrontalsweat，whichislikethefairypoetrydancefan.
IsuddenlythoughtofthethirdspacethemysteriousYanJinson，allthiswouldhaveanythingtodowithher
Iunderstandnow，goodfightingskillisjustatechnology，neithertosolvethehungry，alsobecausehungrynotstrength，suddenlythinkofdonnieyenshotthatleafasked，asifitisinthesecondquarterorinthethirdquarter，theJapaneseinvasionofChinaduringworldwariideteriorated，leafaskedinordertosupportthefamilytominecoal，nowIcanpullcoalifthereareconditions，Ialsowanttogivemomkiddoinasweetpotatoorricetoeat，nowwehavethreeaceisrunningoutoffood.
Continuelikethisislikeanightmare，itreally‘dratherstarvetodeathinordertoeachother...
Ifoundthateveryoneisbusywithsomething，likethemoodwillbebetter，inrepeatedassurancesthattomorrowIcanfindfood，andthreatenawaysothatasmallpotofporridge，motherdrankabowlofporridgesteamedcorn-breadandkiddo.
Nowistwoproblems，theeveningwillhaveFuJun，ifaisanightmaretoreappear，second，iftomorrowmorningwecrossedtheriver，awayfromtheothersideoftheriveroradventureridingalogtogoovertothemound，willmeetFuJunandnightmare.
Thetimefromtheknownconditions，nightmareissolid，becausethedoodle，himselfoutofthenightmare，againcametonothappen，sothespaceofthenightmareissolid
Andifnightmarebecomereality...
Also，thekey，Inowenteredisviewform，oneventsandphysicalcontrolofzero，andthistimeisobviouslynotsosimple，Ialwaysfeelthatnightmaretobecomeareality.
Verycoldatnightalongtheriverbank，thewindblowingthewaterwashthevoicefilledwithear，bearachildnestledinmother‘sbosom，alreadysnoring，originallyachildalsosnore...
Fromeveryoneoutofthecity，theoldmanwasnotinthehome，evenloyal“hasbecomealurkinginmyspies，foodalsohaveno，aftertonight，ifcan‘tfindfood...
Itightlyholdafist，lookattheattachedtoitslegsgreyhoundandIdon‘twanttoandthewhitemansaywhat，hehasarealfoodtoourhouseaway，thatIdon‘tcareabouthisspies，helptosavehisfamily!
Therewasaflashoflight，IsuddenlymindifIentertheotherdreams，wouldn‘titbewon‘tenterthenightmare，itcan‘tkeepmeoutoftheotherdream，Ithinkpeoplemusthavegoodthoughts，godwillalsohelpyoukey.
ThataslongasIgobacktothedreamofspace，givebigjiuappearedagain，itissafetospendtonight.
Godhelpsme，alsoIamgoingtogathertogetherakiddotheretogether，saidinalowvoice，Ithoughtofawaymaybecouldhelpus，Itrytogivebigjiuappeared，butcannotbedisturbedsleep，youwanttoprotectme，aslongasitisdaywehavealreadyhoped.
Kiddolookatme，whatdoyouwanttodoistodoit，aslongasIwasin，youwillbefine.
Afamilywhenyousaynothingatall，Iamonalog，pickedleemeshbow.
Backtotheseconddreamspace，Iturnedacircle，aroundthesecondfloorspacecan‘tplantvegetablespig，sincecandreamtreesthatcanarablefarming，butthinkofisalsoverystrange，thisdreamspaceisinmyconsciousness，consciousnessisusuallyinhismind，thenIgrowvegetablespiginmymind...
Ifpourwaterheadandamplificationinaday，afterfeedingthepigs，itiscrappinginmymind...
Iwipethesweatontheforehead，thisunlikely，cametothebigjiuunderthattree，suddenlyfoundayellowlongfruitunderthecanopy，hiddenbetweentheblades，ifnotinmythisAnglewasnotfound，thisfruitisnottoobig，caneatnow
Ifindnowsawsomething，firstofall，thefirstconsciousnessiscan‘teat!
Ontiptoeenoughwiththehand，Ijustalmosttouched，andItookthewindhitmeshbow，fruitsnappingoff，Ihastentopickitup，onclothescleanandbitedown.
Firsthalo，come，whycan‘tthefruithereandgivemesomefruittaste，evenifcan‘tfillthestomach，notideologyforfruittaste
Onahillside，theskycloudsclouds，severalgapsinthesunshinethroughthecloudsalightintotheearth，appearedinthetopfourblackhorse，thehorseisgod，longmane，neckpositionofhangingfromametalnail，afewbeamofsunlightshoneonthehillside.
Fourpeopleonhorseback，themaninfrontofthewholebodysilveryarmor，coveredwithablackcloak，behindcloakistwolayer，liningisbrightred，hishandsshooktheREINS，leanforward，makethehorsequickertoadvance.
FourMaMaihorsehooves，runningdownfromthepeaklikeflyingontheground.
Thehillsideisacity，thethickcloudshangingoverthecity，feelwhatgreatthingstohappenhere，andsurroundedthecity，nearthehillsideofthebuildingistheroofofthecirculararc，builthighareverydense.
Thefirstmanonthehorsehorseafaceofcold，takingphotographswithacurvedhandleknife，knifesheathonthemoirehasalayeroflightflashing，likehewassomeofthedark，butthebridgeofthenoseisverypretty，thicktwoknife-shapedeyebrows，eyesverybrightandhisbodyasthehorserunningregularlylikewavesofupsanddowns，butwiththehorseasawhole，insteadofsittingonahorse，thehorsehorsehairbythewind，agoodhalfameterorso，liketheblackflagflyingonthehorse.
Thisteamisveryfastandsuddenlyittothemainroadtothegate.