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[Lightning protection: In the new year, both attack and reception are sick, really sick]
Bad dog
Jiang He had lived for twenty-two years, and the first time he fought was to save a child, and he got into trouble.
I thought that the two of them had nothing to do with each other, but I never thought that the child was clamoring to see him, but Jiang He had no choice but to go and have a look.
Under the child's entanglement, Jiang He became the child's nominal brother.
In this way, Jiang He worked diligently as a social animal during the day, carefully read the recipes at night, and fed the children in different ways every day. Soon, the children were fat and white.
Three months later, the child recovered. The day he was discharged from the hospital was sunny. Jiang He opened the door with a charity lunch and found that the hospital bed was empty.
The child ran away without even leaving a note.
Jiang He said nothing, just threw the lunch box in his hand into the trash can and left the city.
Three years later, Jiang He just turned into an alley, grabbed his foot with one hand, and said in a faint voice, "Brother, I miss you so much."
Jiang He had no expression on his face, kicked away the dying man who fell on the ground, wiped his trousers and turned away.
"Where's the mad dog from? Get away."
