Wang Haodong sat there and didn't talk to me again.

The sound of the brakes was heard, and the bus stopped in a deserted place, and it was vaguely clear that it was a village.

The woman holding the child walked up to me, the child in her arms was crying, and the woman's face was haggard: "Can anyone help me hold the child, my house will come home with me not far away to get something." ”

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