The day Zongze died happened to be the same day I met Xiao Ming.
I lay on the roadside like a puddle of mud, with the rain pouring on my face, sliding down my collar, and passing over every inch of my skin.
Xiao Ming appeared at this time, with a thin body, wearing an oversized shabby coat, holding an equally old bag in his arms, using an umbrella to hold up a world for me and him.
He blocked a curtain of rain and broke into my world.
One attacks and two suffers.
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