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Fine snow trembled from the distant and tilted bells in the circular square, and drifted between the dark red sky and the overlapping echoes of the turbid over-exposed film in the winter evening... Zhao Lin opened his eyes and looked up at the peeling wall on the ceiling. The irregular-shaped chalk layer exposed yellow-brown concrete, like an open-pit salt mine or a wound after a heavy trauma. After staring for a while, he began to feel dizzy and thirsty, and then drank the overnight cold water in the tea cup on the windowsill. Looking from the window on the top floor, we can see a network of snow in the darkness, densely flowing through the deserted streets and squares. The river beach in the distance was silent, as if the replaced scenery on the stage had been placed behind the curtain. Zhao Lin put the tea cup on the table and opened a letter that he had not had time to read. It was given to him by his mentor before he left a few days ago.
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