There is no rebirth and no golden finger. It is just a brief account of the ups and downs of college graduates born in the 1970s who have been drifting to the North for decades. They were young and frivolous, tender and affectionate, made wine and talked about heroes, sweated profusely, and shed tears of pain. They lived with all kinds of flavors and reached the peak of their lives.
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Simple and direct, no rebirth, but the pace is a bit slow
Simple and direct, no rebirth, but the pace is a bit slow