Every morning in the alley, the girl moved a low stool and sat under the camphor tree, watching the children running and playing in school, her eyes filled with envy.
Children passing by were filled with envy when they saw that she didn't have to go to school and was holding a big jar of Skittles in her arms.
Fang Tan: What is your WeChat name called Ten?
Yin Si: My name is ten strokes
She lowered her head and changed her name to eight or nine. Yin Shi looked sideways at her, confused.
Fang Tan thought casually: Eighty-nine out of ten, eighty-nine is inseparable from ten
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