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... sts are also scattered. The old couple of wonton stalls slowly pack up their scooters, push and pull one by one, talk and laugh, and walk towards home. There is a bell hanging on the car, which is small and crisp, ringing all the way.
Zhengyang Street is quiet and cold, with their fingers clasped. Let moonlight stretch the figure for a long time.
Si Xi was beaten back to his bedroom. He was still worried. He thought that there was no accident. Should he go to find the commander? ...
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