Ants in Spring
by Chen Jing
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Wang Zhichao finally stood at the door of Room 201, No. 15, Zhangxiang Village, dragging his suitcase. He had disheveled hair on his head and was wearing a crumpled off-brand suit. The scorching sun had exposed a thin layer of grease on his face. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and fine beads of sweat broke in his palms. After regaining his composure, Wang Zhichao pushed open the door to the room, and a strong smell of smoke rushed into his face, almost choking him. Through the smoke that fills the room, the scenery inside is blurry, but you can have a panoramic view. Wang Zhichao's first impression of the room was that it was crowded and chaotic. After the smell of smoke dissipated, the thick odor began to show up and penetrated into Wang Zhichao's nostrils. The smell was mixed with the smell of sweat, smelly shoes, and the smell of leftover food. It had fermented and filled every corner of the room.
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