On the way back to the factory, it was already dark.

At the end of May, the temperature is frequently high, and the inside of the car is stuffy and hot.

The air conditioner blows out of the air conditioner, and the noise whines into the ears. This made Bai Lanyi feel that it would be nice if there could be some music in the car.

I can't help but think of the folk song I heard on the train that day, a melody from a foreign country, and the lyrics are as graceful as a mysterious prayer. Experienced artillery fire......

"Through Your World, I Have Nothing" 036 I'm locked up in one place, I'm hitting my hand, please wait a moment,

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