这是一个普普通通的安静小镇,镇子后面是连绵不绝的大山,大山前面是一条蜿蜒而过的小河。眼下已是深秋的傍晚时分,街上行人少得可怜。镇子最后排,也就是最靠近大山的一间房子里,住着一位年轻人。“好冷啊!”年轻人嘀咕着,顺手往燃烧的壁炉里丢了几把柴火。突然,门外响起了有节奏的敲门声。“现在还有人来串门啊!”年轻人把门推开一条 This is an ordinary quiet town, behind the town is endless mountains, in front of the mountain is a meandering stream. Right now is the late autumn evening, the streets were pitiful. The last row of the town, the closest house to the mountain, lives with a young man. “Cold ah!” The young man muttered, easily lost a few firewood to the burning fireplace. Suddenly, there was a rhythmic knock on the door. “Now there are people to stop ah!” Young people pushed the door open one