When Zhou Xiaochuan left the mountain, it was drizzling in the sky.

Glancing at the mountain behind him, if these foreigners get wet, they will be sour.

Still have ideas.

Even the umbrella is saved.

It was already three or four o'clock in the morning, and he didn't go back to the commune, but rode his bike in the direction of the bamboo factory.

It was nearly five o'clock when we returned to the bamboo factory.

In winter, the dawn is late, come

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