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That's right, of course Tao Shasha was wearing that Dadi brand windbreaker, one foot higher and one foot lower, and climbed up to the second floor of Xinhua Bookstore step by step. It was a Tuesday afternoon in late autumn, a regular time for Tao Shasha to visit the bookstore. As early as eight years ago, Tao Shasha, who graduated from Hanliang Normal School and joined the Hanliang Meat Factory Labor Union, made a stipulation for himself that every Tuesday and Saturday afternoon when others were having a nap, I, Tao Shasha, would go to Xinhua Bookstore and stay for at least half an hour. For many years, carrying a white military schoolbag on his shoulder, whistling and thinking about problems, he passed through the railway gate and crossed the dusty coal yard to go to the Hanliang Xinhua Bookstore in Daonan Square twice a week, rain or shine. This has become a symbol of Tao Shayu's spiritual life, or a habit of daily life. In form, this is somewhat similar to women's love of shopping in shopping malls. Whether to buy or not is secondary, but shopping must be done. On this fallen afternoon, when Tao Shayu walked into the bookstore as usual, he obviously did not expect that there would be a little brother here waiting for his rescue. Afterwards, he thought, if I, Tao Shasha, didn't ask about things like this, who else would ask; there was no one left. He said.
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