
Longcheng Road
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One rainy night in 1984, I was on the rooftop of Kowloon Walled City and watched a man being thrown down. That man's name is Ajun, and he was eating pineapple buns at a tea restaurant with me three days ago. The sound of him hitting the ground was muffled, like a bag of wet rice. I wanted to vomit at that time, but I didn't dare. Brother Long was standing next to me, the cigarette in his hand still burning. He asked me:\
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