What I have touched most in my life is not the money of living people, but the bones of dead people.
I'm almost fifty this year and just came out. Joint pain on rainy days, age spots on the back of hands, deformation of knuckles. In his early years, he had to live in poverty and spend time in jail, but he has recovered everything. Young people say that there are gods under the earth, bah. There is no romance, only black and white, rotten and smelly. Nineteen of them were folded in the pit, and it was difficult to recover their bodies. When he climbed out, he was also a gutter rat, trembling when he heard the siren. Nowadays, the management is strict, and you can't cover it up if you dig it out. Bottles and cans cannot be exchanged for wealth, but iron bracelets and iron windows can be exchanged. I advise you: No matter how difficult the life is, don't make any secret decisions. Step inside and your life will end.
My misfortune can only be traced back to that green train in 1995.
Why is this book not read by anyone? I will add it to the bookshelf and wait for it to be finished.