Time is a flowing river, flowing silently through the vast world of red dust, carrying thousands of stories of thousands of people, and no one knows where the water ends.

Some people have been washed out by the river and have been given a new appearance, while others have buried their old shadows under the sand and silt.

Some teenagers are getting old, while some children are growing up.

Lu Mingming, who grew up, was standing outside the Morning Star Club at the moment, the sun was blazing......

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