The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
The rain was terrible, not the kind of pleasant rain that washes away the dust, but like countless wet hairs, sticking to the skin and digging into the cracks of the bones. @ Douchengbaye ,,,, When I was squatting at the gate of Yizhuang and smoking my third cigarette, the flame was blown out by a gust of wind as soon as it reached the end of the cigarette. The cigarette ashes fell on my crotch, which made me hiss. Looking up at the sky, it was as dark as an overturned pot. The thunder was muffled under the clouds, as if someone was sharpening a knife inside. I am Lao Chen, and I have been in this world for twenty years. I work as a "corpse collector" in the casual business, and I also have some skills in mourning for others and reading Feng Shui. People in the Jianghu community give him the nickname "Songhun Brother". The name sounds scary, but he is actually a person who works for the dead. Living people are afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of strangers, and they are even more afraid of strangers who understand the rules. I shouldn't have come out tonight.
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