The bunch of boxes of ingots piled up in the living room for several days, ingots did not speak, whether to keep or throw, childhood did not dare to dispose of it at will, only asked the nanny aunt to pile all the boxes in the corner as much as possible, without affecting daily life, just wait for when the ingots remembered and then tidy up. And the sorting of ingots is just to reclassify the contents of the box and put them back into the box again. She didn't know how long she would be here in her childhood, and her subconscious always felt...

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