I remember when I was a child, there were many small brick kilns and small cannon factories (small fireworks and firecracker workshops) near the county town who couldn't speak and only knew how to do things, and we collectively called them "dumb". Sometimes there will be new faces, sometimes old faces disappear inexplicably, they don't know how to speak, but they slowly lose the instinct to speak in the hammer of life, there seems to be nothing to say, and there is nothing to communicate with people, the master will do what he tells the old, where there are so many "nonsense", even if the master is let to die, he will not even say a word when he dies. Even if these "dumb people" can speak a few words, you will never be able to hear the foreign language or dialect of any country.

You don't need to know them, and you don't have to fantasize about being friends with them

"Everything Grows to the Sun" Chapter 225 Dumb is hitting in his hand, please wait a moment,

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