"The textile mill is here, the textile mill is here, get off quick!" The ticket seller roared at the top of his lungs from inside the train carriage.,His clothes were covered in dust, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and he hadn't washed his face for days. His face was gray and dirty - who could tell what he looked like!,The family courtyard was far from the main gate. Lao Zhou worried that Du Ruo might forget, so he asked anxiously, "Did you remember Shall I say it again"。
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