Midsummer of 1996
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The school bell just rang in the evening, and before the teacher left, I slipped out of the back door and left the playground. The playground gradually began to boil. I sat on the grass behind the east goal of the football field and some distance away from the goal. A hard shot came through the netless goal and nearly hit me. I stood up, patted my pants, and left. I came to the roadside at the school gate. The red sunset shines gently from among the buildings. Cars kept passing by. A bicycle pedaled by. Pedestrians passed by. Some students came out of the school. There are freezers and stalls on both sides of the school gate doing business with students. There are people buying books in the small bookstore next to me. Someone's talking on the phone in the phone booth over there... I'm looking at the east end of the road. Look at the west end of the road. Look at the alley over the road. Look at the school gate on this side of the road. I seem to be waiting for someone. But actually I don't wait for anyone.
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