A small side door opened on the side of the rural mud house. Wang Chuchu leaned against the wall next to the door, holding the door with one hand and holding on to the wall with the other. His body was twisted into a twist, and his neck was twisted 90 degrees in response to his cousin's shouts. His face was covered with tears and snot, and his mouth was flattened into a wave shape, with a look of grievance.
The little girl with a dull face stood under the old pear tree that had lost all its leaves. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her nose was red and scratched, and her nose was dripping with mucus..., Her cheeks were red, rubbed by her grandma, her hair was like a chicken coop, her clothes were wrinkled, probably by herself, she was so beautiful that she dared not look at her anymore.
The childhood photos I most wanted to destroy.
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