A curved crescent moon, hanging on the horizon, scattered with cold glory, rare stars, only after more than two o'clock in the morning, will appear in the grey sky, on the contrary, it appears darker at night.

The rockery, the dry well, the slender black shadow, has been waiting here for a long time, did not see the head from the well, more or less impatient, hiding in the sleeve of the left hand five fingers, constantly pinching the time, waiting for 300 breaths, will leave.

At the countdown, the black head rises from the wellhead.

"How did you come?"

The shadow said coldly, "I've been waiting here for half...