Damn It

As night falls, the depression of the wasteland becomes solemn under the dark sky. The familiar villages in the distance are gradually covered by the mist. The large and small graves in the forest farm in front of us are even more silent and gloomy under the mist. "Let's go back, we can't catch any crickets." Looking at the friends behind him who were still digging for crickets, Song Qi shouted in a negotiating tone. It's late autumn, and it's a bit too cold now. I feel like the sweater I'm wearing can't stop my body temperature from dropping rapidly. But the friends behind them did not look back or respond. They still hunched over the wasteland half a man high, and continued to move forward one after another towards the depths of the forest farm cemetery... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.