The next morning, Uncle Star woke up early and headed to the river to fish for the day's meal.
"Uncle… Uncle… where are you… Uncle…" Red called out.
Red quickly got out of bed and searched around the house and its surroundings, but Uncle Star was nowhere to be found.
Red frowned. *Did Uncle go fishing today? I think so… the last time I checked the dining room, there wasn't a single piece of food left on the table. Should I follow him? Hmm… maybe I should just wait here.
In the end, Red decided not to follow Uncle Star and chose to wait for his return.
After about two and a half hours, dark clouds began to gather in the sky. The morning atmosphere slowly shifted, and even the sound of birds chirping felt unusual somehow quieter and more unsettling.
Without realizing it, Red's hearing had begun to adapt, becoming more sensitive to the subtle and irregular patterns of the natural sounds around him.