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The faint light of dawn gradually spread across the sky, and the morning mist once again enveloped the mountainside, shrouding the entire village in a soft, hazy glow. After the rooster crowed three times, the sound of his mother's gentle footsteps echoed punctually in the courtyard, neither heavy nor hurried, as if afraid to disturb the dawn or the people still resting in the house. Chen Mo woke up to a chilling exhaustion. There was no clarity from a good night's sleep, only an aching…-
512.7 K • Ongoing
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As the night reached its peak, the mountain dew gradually spread, cool and heavy, settling on the skin with a bone-chilling cold. Chen Mo remained curled up on the small stool under the orange tree, like a piece of withered wood forgotten by the world. The agonizing pain that had nearly torn him apart just moments ago had receded slightly, but the residual ache still hit his fragile nerves in waves like the tide. His chest felt stiflingly tight, and his breathing was shallow and rapid;…
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The twilight was like a layer of soft gauze, slowly enveloping the entire mountain village. The last streak of pale gold on the horizon was swallowed by the green mountains, and the surroundings gradually darkened. Dim yellow lights peeked through the windows of every household, flickering like scattered stars in the cool evening breeze, making this small village deep in the mountains seem even more quiet and gentle. Chen Mo rested in the small room for a long time. It wasn't until his heartbeat…
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As his mother half-supported and half-carried him back to the courtyard, the thin layer of strength Chen Mo had was almost completely exhausted. The sudden dizziness from the field's edge still lingered in his limbs; weakness washed over him like wave after wave, and the dull ache in his chest became clearer—not a sharp, stabbing pain, but a heavy, continuous pressure that forced him to deliberately slow and lighten his breathing. He didn't dare let his mother notice even a hint of…
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The sun gradually climbed to its zenith, and the mountain mist completely dissipated. The sunlight became bright and warm, falling on the body with a perfect touch of heat. His mother had tidied the house inside and out until it was spotless. She then picked up a woven bamboo vegetable basket from the corner, a small sickle hanging from its rim. Her movements were light and slow, for fear of disturbing the person inside. Chen Mo sat on a small stool under the orange tree, his gaze resting vacantly…
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The early morning sunlight climbed over the green mountains, gradually blanketing the small courtyard. It fell upon the bluestone slabs and between the leaves of the orange tree in the corner, shattering into a gentle, swaying mosaic of light. After clearing the dishes from the table, his mother brought over a basin of cool water freshly drawn from the well—icy and sweet, a flavor unique to the mountains. "Quick, drink some water. It was just pulled from the well; it'll refresh you." She handed the…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The horizon had just begun to turn fish-belly white, and the mist in the deep mountains still clung to the mountainsides like light gauze, wrapping the entire small village in a hazy silence. The roosters began crowing from the edge of the village, spreading one after another and breaking the morning's tranquility. Immediately after, faint wisps of cooking smoke slowly rose from the chimneys of every household, blending into the mist with an incredible gentleness. Chen Mo was awakened by the faint…
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The twilight had completely settled into the mountains, the last sliver of orange-red light swallowed by the peaks. Soon, the small village deep in the Yunan mountains was enveloped by thick darkness. Scattered lights peeked through the windows of various households—dim, yellow, and soft—swaying gently in the cool evening breeze, outlining the unique tranquility and stability of a mountain village. Chen Mo walked back slowly along the cement road at the entrance of the village, his…
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512.7 K • Ongoing
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The afternoon sunlight gradually slanted toward the mountain valley. The originally bright sky had some of its sweltering heat filtered out by the continuous green mountains, becoming tender and soft. In the courtyard, the light clatter of his mother tidying up the dishes and the steady thuds of his father chopping wood intertwined, forming the most stable rhythm of the mountain village. Chen Mo sat quietly in the small room for a long time. It wasn't until that sharp, dull pain in his chest slowly…
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The light in the main hall was warmed by the afternoon sun, and the wooden table had been polished to a shine by his mother. Several home-cooked dishes were brought to the table one by one, their heat and aroma spreading—a taste of home etched into Chen Mo's very bones. The cured meat was sliced evenly, glistening with oil; it had been smoked before the New Year and saved specifically for him. The free-range chicken soup was stewed until tender, with a few red dates floating on the golden…
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