There was no one at the deserted station entrance, and it was raining heavily. Li Jingjing stood in front of the old shop at the corner of the intersection, which was stained with water from the rain. The cold wind howled, mercilessly blowing his crumbling old cloth umbrella that had been knocked by the rain. He hugged Xiao Nan tightly, staring at the front of the ditch full of garbage and dead leaves, the uneven mud that could not keep up with the times, full of messes and fractures, and looked forward to the next bus quickly appearing in his field of vision. It's a stop in my ears...

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