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庭院里空荡静谧,一地月光。堂屋已经关闭,家人都休息了。穿过檐坎,打开侧门上楼,少年蹑手蹑脚,尽量不弄出太大声响。虽然他晓得母亲应该还醒着。楼下的她会在黑暗中一声不吭地等候,直到自己的孩子都回到家,她才会安心入睡。迈完11级木梯,踏上楼板,少年听见一串“扑哧扑哧”的声音,从楼厅深处传来。他停脚,竖起耳朵听。楼下的大部分空间,是用来放置米柜、糠囤和其他杂物的,还悬挂着腊肉和香肠。快到尽头处,用木板隔出两间小屋,一间是两个弟弟的,另一间是少年自己的。那声音又响起,而且就从他房间传出来。
Empty quiet courtyard, a moonlight. Church House has been closed, the family are resting. Through the eaves ridge, open the side door upstairs, juvenile shy, try not make too loud. Although he knew his mother should still awake. Downstairs, she waits silently in the darkness until she returns home, and she falls asleep peacefully. Step 11 wood staircase, set foot on the floor, young people heard a bunch of “Puchi Puchi,” the sound came from the depths of the Louvre. He stopped and raised his ears. Much of the space downstairs is for storing rice crates, hoards and other sundries, as well as bacon and sausages. Towards the end, with wooden planks separated two huts, one is two brothers, and the other is a teenager’s own. The voice sounded again and it came out of his room.