The people on the road, everyone didn't know what kind of purpose they were reporting to come and go on the street.

Everyone has their own life, and no one cares about their whereabouts.

It's just that they're all wearing umbrellas.

The words are not too hurtful, and the rain is not too wet.

It probably rains on this day every year, especially in China, which is in the center of Asia and huddles like a dragon on the map of the world.

The ancestors were miraculously tight, and they actually set such a magical day, so that the heavy rain would come every year and never stop.

"Where are we going to play at night? I opened a new bar, and I heard that there was a ...... in it Hey, you know. ”

"You know what? Preda has a new model today, let's go and see it at night. ”

"Tomorrow is a holiday, three days, we should go to the zoo to play."

They walked down this street, many streets.

But they are gone, forgetting those who will never be able to go with them......

The swallow flies south, and things are not people.

Chapter 8 of "The Strange Counterattack of the Little Follower": The rain is hitting in the hand, please wait a moment,

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