She spoke sweetly as she stared at the night sky."Let's go home,Jerry.You can wait until dawn,then leave here.You don’t belong here,please,don’t oppose me."
Jerry said nothing,and went back to the small mud house with her.
Her grandmother didn't know when she left the house and the room was very dark.
Rosalia lit the small kerosene lamp and explained,"It's been windy lately and the circuits around here are unstable.They turn off the electricity at night to avoid accidents."
When the kerosene lamp was lit,the smell of it made Jerry frown involuntarily.
Rosalia smiled as she noticed that his expression changed."Isn't the environment quite harsh?You probably haven't seen a kerosene lamp like this before,right?"
"My grandmother told me that this kerosene lamp was made by my grandfather himself as a token of his love for her.In their generation,a small kerosene lamp was the best gift."