Those scorching summers - the cold winters of the twelfth lunar month
On Taotao's 10th birthday, Peng Tao returned to China with his 7-year-old son and a blond American beauty.
Peng Tao was very drunk that night, mumbling and talking incessantly...
"My life is too dazzling, like a gorgeous robe, but it is covered with dusty spider webs. It is dilapidated and despairing. The crowded one-way street makes the height of this society gradually increase in my eyes. You know I am afraid of heights. I admit that I am too tired standing at this height..."
"Guan Yao! I'm sorry for you..."
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