In the summer of 1999, I rode a half-old blue permanent bicycle through the streets and corridors of all sizes and buildings within a 10-kilometer radius centered on a fast-food restaurant in the east of the city.

On the day I met you, the sun was hot, windy, with a heat wave and coolness, brushing over my extremely dark face.

I knocked on the door and shouted hoarsely, "Hello, Xiaode takeaway!"

I think there must be confusion and impatience on my face that I was forced by life too early.

While my classmates were in an air-conditioned room, happily enjoying their summer vacation, I was ...... in the scorching sun

"Reopening the Three Realms" Chapter 2 Xia Murui's Bicycle Summer is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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