That House, Those People
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Every early morning, when everything is still basically immersed in darkness, Liu, the sanitation worker, is waving his big broom on the street. At this time, Zhao Xiuzhen would cross the deserted road in front of her door, pass through a forest strewn with garbage, and come to a white wall. Although the wall was a head taller than her, there was a stepping stone under the corner. She clasped her hands on the top of the wall, jumped up, and spread her legs. She was as light and nimble as the broom in Old Liu's hand, and she was riding on the wall. At this time, she would sit upright, look at the twilight sky as if she was victorious, and clap her hands, the dust on her hands falling with the gentle morning breeze. A proud smile flashed across her lips, and then she jumped into the wall.
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