1976, Steel factory.
Zhao Jiabao, whom I hadn't seen for almost a week after graduating from high school, appeared in front of me wearing shabby patched clothes.
He told me with reluctance that he would live a good life without him taking care of me after I went to the countryside.
But he wanted me to get something for him in a roundabout way.
What does he take care of me for?
Borrowed my money and tickets to buy stuff and never paid them back?
Get my pen and stationery?
Seeing Zhao Jiabao's face full of hypocrisy, the old lady got into bed and made him laugh.
Scumbag, stay away from your aunt, you are disgusting.
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