It was bitingly cold in Sijiu City in the twelfth lunar month. Wang Weiguo shrank his neck, wrapped his cotton coat tighter, and walked home on the frozen dirt road. I was still a migrant worker in the 21st century who worked overtime until midnight. When I closed my eyes and opened my eyes, I turned into a rural boy in the suburbs of Forty-Nine City. He also had a younger sister and an older brother who joined the army last year and died on the front line a week ago. The sub-district office allocated rooms to him and his sister, two rooms in a courtyard. In this life, he took his sister into the city!
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