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chapter one
There is no wind in the painted sky at night. The brightest star on the distant horizon flickers on and off, singing like a dying elder. Other stars are like bystanders, admiring themselves with disdain. Under the sky, the city that never sleeps is brightly lit, and trams ring everywhere regardless of the safety of passers-by; The baby lying in the weeds in front of the mottled waste factory is crying; The young mother has blood in her mouth and her voice is hoarse and pleading; The girl at the entrance of the brothel is like a bloodthirsty fly, and every passerby is spared; While shouting to get out of the way, the rampaging military trucks knocked down four or five street stalls in a row, ran over vendors and roared off. They laughed happily, as simple as a child playing with a group of ants. ...
Guan Pinglu, a female college student who is about to graduate from college, stood on the crowded cross street with her classmates. They sang loudly and passionately: "September 18th, September 18th ..." The street lamps on both sides of the road were particularly dazzling, and the pink cheongsam scattered all the light on the onlookers. Everyone was infected and waved and shouted, "Give me back the Northeast! Fight the war to the end! " The little girl who just walked by couldn't help but join the team of solidarity, but she was quickly dragged away by a hemp child who came by. At the moment, moths parked on street lamps are getting more and more crowded. ...
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