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A burst of footsteps came straight to the bedroom, crackling, urgent and broken. Mei Jian pulled out the towel and quilt that was underneath him, and just put it on his lap when the door was slammed open. Jiang Chengcheng, who had barged in, leaned back as if being pushed head-on, slapped his face with both hands alternately several times, raised his nose and said "bah bah" to Mei Jian: "Sleeping naked again." She picked up the jeans and T-shirt on the chair and threw it on him, opened the window, and opened the door to the balcony. The air that had been chaotic all night suddenly filled with the hot and fresh breath of summer morning. Mei Jian looked at Chengcheng's undersized shorts and frowned: "Is my dad in the living room?" "Yes." Chengcheng winked: "But he didn't see me. As soon as I opened the door, the old man turned his face to the side. I asked Mei Jian if he had not gotten up yet. He twisted his neck and pointed, and said in a loud voice, in the south room. It's funny, they have become city dwellers, live on the 18th floor, and still have the south room and the north room."
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