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It was fine during the day, with endless farm work to do, but at night, Zijiang felt very bored and uncomfortable doing anything, like an ant on a hot pot. As soon as this man was free, he felt itchy all over his body, scratched his head and cheeks, and Zijiang became like a monkey. Zijiang knew the cause of his illness, which was that he was too bored and had to find something to do. As long as he could stay idle without stopping, he would not feel uncomfortable. There is no electricity in the remote countryside, so I don't know what to do at night. Fortunately, Zijiang has hobbies. Even under the dim kerosene lamp, Zijiang likes to flip through a few pages of martial arts novels. Therefore, Zi Jiang spends his time at night just like during the day. Zi Jiang is like a perpetual motion machine with abundant power. He reads as long as he has time and does not feel tired at all.

People can never know what they want, because people can only live once, and they can neither compare it with previous lives nor modify it in the next life. When I woke up in the morning, the entire land was shrouded in white snow. The sun was shining yesterday, but the next night, why did it snow? This damn weather can change at any time, faster than a child's face. A whistle sounded far ahead of the school bell. All the friends were urgently summoned by Mike and gathered in a place called Big Stone Pan. The bell used in school during get out of class is made from a discarded automobile steel plate.