Once they stepped out of the tent, Miao Qingqing and Xiao Yingying both clung to Song Xiaodong's arm. It was pitch-dark all around, and only the light from the cellphone illuminated a short distance ahead. But the faint light seemed to be engulfed by darkness, as if it could be swallowed up at any moment.
"I didn't realize camping was so scary." Xiao Yingying tightened her grip on Song Xiaodong's arm a little more and said cautiously.
Song Xiaodong said, "It's cloudy today, so there's no moon or stars. Otherwise, camping is quite nice, you get to see a clearer night sky than you would in the city."
When they were about twenty meters from the tent, Song Xiaodong stopped and said, "Alright, you two can do your business here."
Miao Qingqing let go of Song Xiaodong's arm and was about to walk to the side, but after taking just two steps, she stopped, feeling really scared and not daring to go on.
