He reached out and wiped his nose with his sleeve, and smelled San'er looking down at the note in his hand.
128 Stalin Street, short house, shopkeeper Zhang, big Qiangzi, Dachun.
fuck!
Wen San'er looked at what Li Xuewu said to him as if he were looking at the password. He wanted to stand on the steps without tears and shouted to the empty square, "I'm here!"
The passengers in a hurry around were startled by San'er's loud roar and looked at them one after another.
The man was wearing a dog skin hat, a tattered cotton padded jacket and trousers, and a pair of tattered black shoes on his feet.
This is