I just went to the snack street at the back door of the school to buy a late-night snack. . . Why do car accidents still happen on this small road where only one car can barely pass? I was floating in the air and couldn't figure it out. . . The police car forced the robber's car into this alley, and Santana, who was speeding past, knocked me away as I was about to go back to the dormitory with fried noodles. As a result, the fried noodles were scattered all over the floor, and my soul was spinning in the sky. . . .
"My fried noodles... I specially asked the boss to add more beef today, but it was just wasted... At least you let me finish eating and you will hit me. Why don't you let me feel full... I'm so hungry... Wu... I'm so hungry... Wu... I'm hungry..."
At midnight on this year's Qingming Festival, after a harsh brake sound, people seemed to be able to hear the mournful cries of the dead. . . .