The entrance of the high-speed rail station.

The rising sun stained the sky a rusty red, and the sun sprinkled on both sides of the road like golden ears of rice, and passing taxis kept walking down with suitcases.

Many parents tell their children to pay more attention to safety when they go out and remember to call home.

On a round pillar sat a young man in a black hat, his straight blue hair barely touching the ground.

The young man's eyes wandered around for a figure, a cigarette lit in his hand, and he muttered in his mouth

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