Twenty Years
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Jun Xiao opened his eyes and saw a few colorful clouds floating in the sky through the clear tiles on the roof. Recalling the dream just now, I swallowed six meat buns raw in one breath, and the pillow when I woke up was soaked with saliva. He got up and went to the kitchen. There were four solid dumplings left in the big iron pot. He picked up the chopsticks, poked the dumplings directly, stuffed them into his mouth one after another, threw away the chopsticks and walked out the door. Feeling that my eyes were sticky, I turned around and went to the washbasin, squirted water with my hands, rolled out a handful of noodles, chewed the dumplings, and went out wet, and went straight to Jin Mei's house, thinking to myself: It must be too late. The sky was truly blue and the sun was shining brightly. The path was crisp and fluffy, and the trees along the road were sparse and tall. I became familiar with the soldiers who lined up to welcome me, and I could call them by their names. In front of Jinmei's entrance, the place was full of people, and those who were not seated were standing. I guess everyone from the village was here.
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