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Wen Chaoan is like a thief.

He closed the notebook with a "wow", licked his lips dryly, and a hot flash of sweat rose from behind him. Squeeze out all the moisture.

He glanced at the door, no one looked at him—of course no one looked at him, grandpa was in the kitchen, there was no one else in the house—he quickly opened the book and read it again.

Lu Qiansong's name is really nice.

In Wen Chaoan's opinion, this name has the feeling of humming something softly, which reminds him of the cone that day, and that feeling makes one's heart tremble with warmth.

He stroked the handwriting with his fingers, thinking to himself, this is really a very good person.

But having said that, Wen Chaoan never thought that he would do this kind of thing again. It was unbearable to think about whose name was written down. He covered his face and thought to himself: What the hell are you doing, Wen Chaoan.

It was as if it had been discovered.

Wen Chao sat quietly for a while, looking at the watch hanging on the wall. The watch was specially bought for him by his grandfather. The hands kept moving without making any sound.After the pointer floated around for several times, Wen Chaoan tore off the page from the notebook, and then tidied it up.

He looked at the thick stacks of books outside the door, sighed resignedly, and moved them back again, rereading them page by page, making sure nothing was missed before reclassifying.

He was busy with this job for two full days.

After finally sorting it out, Wen Chaoan rode his bicycle, distributed the things to the children in the neighborhood one by one, and finally went to the market with what he wanted to sell.

He originally planned to use the money from the sale to buy some sugar cakes and take them home for his grandfather to eat.

But Wen Chaoan's plan failed to come true.

He was stopped by the grandmother who sold melons in the next street.

His grandpa passed out.

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Wen Chaoan was sitting in a room.

The walls of the room were covered with a layer of white paint, which had just been refurbished, and the smell was strong. The light coming in from the windows was so white that it hurt his eyes to ooze tears.

This was originally a staff building of a factory. After the factory closed down, it was abandoned and given to the village, and was converted into a public office building. But here is a remote place, where can the public do it for them?Most of the rooms inside are empty, and they have been taken up by gangsters as "rest rooms". Now that the renovation is said to be transferred to the school for teaching, the footprints on the walls have been wiped off, and the corners of the pits have been smoothed out.

At first glance, it looks like that, but if you look closely, you can see that the corner of the wall has not been painted, and it means to wipe it a few times. I don’t know if there is not much paint left to make do with it, or the village chief’s wallet is not enough. .

There was a small wooden square table and a chair in the room, and Wen Chaoan sat on the only chair. He waited for half an hour, watching the sky boredly.

There was a hole in the middle of the roof, and a length of wire wrapped in insulating rubber protruded out. A light bulb hung half-dead from the top.