Looking at the back of the group of people, squatting in the corner and looking at the passers-by, I don't know why, I always feel that there is something blocked in my heart, I close my eyes and feel the flow of the wind, and stand up with the old bicycle next to me. It's really cold with the wind, endure the pain, Xiao Han held on to the handrail of the stairs, touched the ashes, climbed up one level at a time, and the wind blew even more ......

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