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Mr. Chen's absurd story book
The first chapter up the hill
On the morning of the eighth day of August, I put on my clothes and pants, washed my face and rinsed my mouth, and made it clean. Packed my bag, I sat on a cold stool and stared at the door in a daze.
It's just dawn, and the fog is thick in the morning. You may not be able to see the figure across the street clearly.
The air is full of water vapor. Although it is still midsummer, it has already begun to feel cold.
The stool under my ass is very cold, but what is even colder is an iron sword in my hand, which is cold and cold.
The iron sword was very heavy at first, but after holding it for a while, my wrist became sour and I had to carry it on my back.
Sitting on a cold stool with a heavy iron sword on his back and a small baggage on his arm, he watched a few small ants crawling around outside the dark house. On such a quiet morning, time seems to have suddenly stopped.
It seems that after a long time, it seems that suddenly, heavy footsteps came from outside, and a tall gray shadow gradually became clear from the misty fog.
"Dad!"
I let out a cry and sat on a small stool, my hand with a small luggage suddenly tightened.
Rough bronzed skin, burly body skeleton, thick and long hands and feet, and intense eyes, such a father stands in front of him like a mountain, and his neck is sore when he looks at it. ...
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