Shit Lao Fei
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At seven o'clock in the evening, Feijidao gently opened the ajar door of the woman's house on the sixth floor, wrapped in the lingering sound of the pager. This means that Feijidao should have gotten the news that his daughter Feli had an accident in the provincial capital before pushing the door open. But he ignored the familiar yet unfamiliar number from the Beipo area. Today, when pagers have almost been replaced by mobile phones, Lao Lu, a drinking buddy who once hung up the pager and was very proud of it, dismissed Fejidao for still using the pager, "Noisy, throw it away quickly, it's a dog-wearing thing." Fejidao chuckled, "You have been a dog, and you only gave birth to a child for a few days?" Fejidao can't say that he doesn't care about mobile phones. A man in his early fifties, a low-class man who cleans garbage, how can he have the spare money to keep such a thing! The woman on the sixth floor once said: "Let me buy you a mobile phone."
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