The fragrance of rice is created with the mist, creating an indescribable gentle fragrance.
“The beauty scene seems to fade away. Currently, the most practical thing is to go to sleep. A good night's sleep makes people feel better, healthier."
"What? I haven't said a few words yet."
“If you like to talk, ask yourself… That's good!”
“Well… Don't go. I'm scared of ghosts." Basil Henry frowned.
"May the demons lurking under the trees, the stone can rise strongly to kill you, devoured and buried under the tree, hoping to bear fruit and repay me."
"Someone like you... It seems like a lifetime without anyone next to you, dying of old age in solitude."
“In front of your eyes, you die in agony, in despair. Behind you... Behind ..." Benedict James turned pale, his hands and feet trembled, sweating heavily, slowly backed away, his feet accidentally tripped on the rocks, fell on the grass, pointing behind Basil Henry.
“You look towards… Look towards… Behind…” Benedict James Speaks out.
“Behind you, Basil Henry.” Benedict James suddenly shouted.
Basil Henry was calm, laughing at Benedict James, looking back, eyes rolled back, whole body motionless. Benedict James suddenly laughed, Basil Henry instinctively ran to Benedict James, hugging him.
“It's a demon... You get out of the way, quickly avoid.”
Finally pushed Benedict James to the ground and ran away.
“What is it? So shy. Yet boldly say that you can protect others.”
"The girls in the class must have laughed when they saw this."
In front of Benedict James, the suburban fields spread out vastly, still as if enjoying the peaceful sleep of the evening. In the dim, white moonlight, Benedict James could not see the field. Only a flat surface with small ripples is seen. A gentle breeze blew, and the whole field rustled with a soft sound. Occasionally, a small bird would fly up from a field very close by. The rays of the first lamps of the passersby faintly here and there on the fields still shrouded in a silver mist. However, Benedict James also noticed the yellow ripples chasing each other on the seemingly endless sea of ​​rice created by the gentle breeze. The field seems to be moving. The night birds are flying out of the rice paddies, hovering in the air, the shadows of the reeds swaying in the wind creating magical shapes, the mascots blend extremely vividly, eye-catching, the Stone slabs lie still on the ground, small bricks roll on the ground, the scenery is quiet, clear, and the silhouettes of people hovering around. Benedict James looked at the current scene with a little chill, a strong wind blew, making Benedict James, even more, intent on wanting to go home soon.
Clouds have begun to clearly show up in space. From the East, Sun wakes up after a long night, stretching out his shoulder. From a distance, the sun looks like a giant ripe gac fruit slowly rising. The light from the sun shines brightly throughout the space. Just when space is still indigo in darkness. But now it's shining again. When the sun rises, the moon sets, giving way to the golden sunshine of the sun and blue clouds.
The most wonderful moment of the day for me is probably the sunrise over my hometown. The Sunrise in my hometown is very beautiful. Impressively beautiful, engraved. Dawn is also the time when everything around wakes up. Trees stretch to welcome the new day's sunlight. On the green leaves, there were still drops of morning dew, glittering in the bright sunlight. Fragrant flowers bloom after a long night of sleep. The birds chirped and called to each other with a song to welcome the early dawn. Interspersed with large fields are irrigation ditches with clear blue water, the afternoon light shines on the sparkling water. Occasionally, a few fish jumped out of the water to grab the bait, absentmindedly watching the farmers work. Surrounding the irrigation ditches are dikes with luxuriant rows of longan planted by the elders. Trees stretch to welcome the new day's sunlight. On the green leaves, there were still drops of morning dew, glittering in the bright sunlight. Fragrant flowers bloom after a long night of sleep. The birds chirped and called to each other with a song to welcome the early dawn. Nature, trees, and people are all happy and happy to welcome the dawn. It was a beautiful and memorable moment.
"Wake up. Going to school." Basil Henry kicked Benedict James' arm with his foot.
“You woke up too late today. It's going to be late for school."
Basil Henry changed into his school uniform and combed his hair neatly with a wooden comb. The image in front of his eyes was blurred, the eyes in the glass were no longer clear, and his face was slightly distorted.
“How can this worn-out mirror be used? My handsome image is almost intact. Hey, wake up, buy a new mirror with me. You are a good student of the school, but you are so lazy. It's still showing a lot on the first day, right?"
Basil Henry clicked his tongue a few times and continued looking up at the old mirror, fixing his hair, collar, and sleeves. Look up at an old watch that's almost expired.
"Is it so late?" Basil Henry was startled.
"You're late for school if you don't even wake up soon. It's already eight o'clock."
Benedict James was still lying on the thin mattress, wrapped in an old faded blanket, Benedict James was curled up, sweat had long appeared on his forehead, and drops of water were seeping on his shoulders and shirt. His eyes opened to Basil Henry, the weakness, the weakness that had long been fully revealed in front of Basil Henry. Basil Henry walked over, his hand resting on Benedict James' forehead. At this time, Benedict James opened his mouth, his mouth was trembling, his soft breath emanating from a gentle breeze, his voice hoarse.
“You go to school first. I stay at the motel.”
“You are sick. Love, are you that weak?"