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Baoling saw Yu Hong on the non-motorized lane at the corner. Yu Hong clung to the blue-painted iron railing that separated non-motorized vehicles from motorized vehicles. The iron railings are a bit old, and they are already stained with rust, revealing the true color of gray-black pig iron, showing the vicissitudes of an old city. The rain was a bit heavy at that time, and Yu Hong's hair was a little wet, layer by layer, as if she had just applied gel cream or sprayed mousse, and the curly flowers on her hair were turning over, like grapes one after another, charming and unique. Baoling held the car brake and stopped. "What are you doing here?" Baoling asked a little sternly. My daughter, a grown-up girl, was lying with her whole body on the four railings in broad daylight in the rain. It was so embarrassing. Yu Hong's body was still leaning on the railing, and she said sadly to Baoling: "Mom, I have a stomachache. I feel so uncomfortable." Baoling looked at her watch and realized that she would be late if she continued to delay.
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