That year I left Lipa and parted ways with him...
Later, when foreigners invaded, I met him again in the light of fire...
Finally, I met him by the Lanjiang River, and he was leaning against the wall as he was dying.
A few years later, I chose to return to Lipa to realize my childhood "dream" - fishing. But a horrifying, bloated, white corpse was found in the sea...
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Purpose: If you use it to practice writing, it is human nature to write poorly. Don't click on it.