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June 1960, a Saturday night. The campus of County No. 1 Middle School was deserted and dark, except for the faintly flickering lights on the stage of the auditorium. In the auditorium, there was an air of desolation on the empty stage. A dozen or so members of the band were gathered in a huddle, rehearsing the instrumental ensemble. Ding Zhuo played the erhu with his hands, but his eyes were fixed on the alarm clock on the wall. It's already 10 o'clock, but the alarm hasn't gone off yet. This damn alarm clock! He cursed in his mind. It wakes you up at dawn, forcing you to keep your sleepy eyes open, tie your pants crookedly and go out for morning exercises. Now, my stomach has been protesting for a long time, but the red-headed second hand is still unhurried, slowly and reluctantly moving forward step by step.
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