I seemed to have jumped out of that photo and reached the age of getting married and having children in the blink of an eye. But you, obviously still wearing the same white cultural shirt and the same dress, but your back became increasingly stooped, and you just sat there, motionless and lifeless.
Only when he sees someone coming from home, he reluctantly leaves the stool and greets the guests. When the guests leave, he sits down again, motionless, like a sculpture.
Oh, everything is different, the same cultural shirt, but it has turned yellow, and there are still a few sewing threads near the label on the back. You no longer wear the trousers.
Instead, there were four or five pairs of extra-large pants, with a huge but eye-catching urine bag next to them.
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