When the pants were sold in the live broadcast room, Xiaozhe knew that she was no longer his support, and the pants had become a treasure.
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"Ah Mao, if we hadn't dug a cemetery in the back hill of the middle school that day, would you have told us stories as usual and everyone would have enjoyed themselves?"
"What are you talking about? What are you dreaming about again?"
Ah Mao on the bus patted Xiao Zhe.
"I dreamed..."
The words dissipated in the air, and with a plop, Xiao Zhe seemed to fall into the deep sea.
He saw countless fragments slowly approaching him, with different faces carved on them.
Physics teacher dedicated to non-existent perpetual motion machine
Ah Mao, wearing a middle school uniform, broadcasting live in the computer room
A civil engineering boss who watched his hotel burn to the ground
There is also the ulterior secret behind the Gangri Middle School.
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When you practice to a certain level, you will find that moving mountains is the easiest. The difficult problem is that after moving away, those things that were originally in the dust become the broad daylight.
Can they withstand the critical blow from time?
[We are all in the car now, Xiaozhe]
[What were you thinking about when you were holding the shovel?]
A handful of soil, a handful of soil,
Heaven and earth are so long, why do people's hearts suffer?
Intention: There is no choice in the road