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The wind picked up. Everything is changing places. A cicada caught the wind, escaped from the gap in the tree, and fell to the ground on its back. Lingding's thin feet reached up to his belly, making Jiang Huangxu unable to bear to look at it any longer. Give me a hand. So he raised one foot and gave it a kick on the forehead. A little bit stuck to the sole of the shoe, and then wiped off neatly. It was a sycamore leaf, and half of the leaf floated to it, and then it stopped thoughtfully. Jiang Huangxu leaned against the only sycamore tree on the outskirts of the city, turned on his phone, and played with Snake for a while. The picture was so crude that he only had five minutes to kill. After breathing in the dust for another five minutes, the dust settled and turned into a clear sky. His eyes moved down along the horizon, but there were a few empty pieces at the lower end. They were square pieces of dark and cool-colored fabric brought down from the lime-white background. The two-dimensional fabric has an extra dimension and becomes a factory building.