Leaning Tower
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When the grocery store has no business, they play mobile games. When he got tired of playing, he curled up his arms and lay on the glass panel, feeling confused. My face is often covered with folds from sleep, one on the left and one on the right, like a healed wound. At noon that day, Xiao Cai was dozing off and was awakened by the sound of banging. He raised his face and saw a long, dark face looking back at him - it was Lao Fan. Coming? Xiao Cai said. Lao Fan held a few crumpled banknotes in his hands and looked at the shelves behind Xiao Cai. Lao Fan ordered a bottle of Bian Er, a bag of Hongtashan, and a bag of spiced peanuts. Xiao Cai collects the money and gives change. Instead of leaving, Lao Fan unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip. Xiao Cai was glad that he didn't leave so that he could have someone to talk to to relieve his boredom. Lao Fan lives in the back street and is his elementary school classmate. He has been collecting old cultural relics and other things over the years. Did you come back by yourself, or did you bring someone with you? Xiao Cai asked.
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