Yimeng Love Letter
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As soon as it got dark, Sanxi's father finished tidying up the yard, checked the door bolts, then stood in the middle of the yard, coughed loudly, and said, "It's okay to go to bed early, we have to go downhill tomorrow." This was meant for his daughter-in-law in the west room, which meant it was time to blow out the lamp. In the past, there was no need to say these words a second time. Before he could finish his words, the light in the west room went dark. Today was a little different, until he and Sanxi Niang were about to go to bed. When they lay down and leaned back, they saw that the lights in the west room were still on. Sanxi's father muttered, "Why are you lighting the lamp and boiling oil so late?" Sanxi Niang said forget it and leave it alone. I haven't seen you become a rich man even after a long time. Sanxi's father said you made a good point. If it weren't for our province, our family would have gone begging for food. The old couple just fell asleep arguing. The nights in the countryside were long and they couldn't sleep on the kang, so the old couple lay there talking in the dark.
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