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Chapter 31 Yi Chou Day, The City Left Behind (10)

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    This is the most helpless thing.

    Some people will grow up, but some people remain the same as before, their attitudes towards life and expectations for the future are becoming more and more different.  Freezing three feet is not a one-day cold. If this kind of estrangement lasts for a long time, you will be discouraged and give up.

    Shen Huaijin's mood was a little depressed, Yu Wanfeng quickly changed the subject: "Don't think about these troublesome things, the most important thing now is to end this illness as soon as possible."

    "Well, you are right." Shen Huaijin finally smiled.

    Yu Wanfeng said: "I'm going to put the clothes in, the wind is a bit strong."

    Shen Huaijin laughed: "I have already said to use a dryer."

    "It's all in the sun." Yu Wanfeng sighed.

    *

    The wind on the roof is indeed very strong.

    But the rain seems to have stopped.

    It's just that the wind is still very cool.

    Yu Wanfeng turned on the lamp under the shed on the roof, carried the storage basket over there, and took one piece of clothing off the hanger.

    Sure enough, it didn't work.

    Wet, with moisture.

    In this kind of weather, it is too difficult to dry clothes.

    Yu Wanfeng sighed, she still needed a dryer.

    Lo and behold, it took a turn, and I still had to use the dryer in the end.

    So why do useless work, what clothes to dry?

    Isn't that what happens?  If you don't try it, how will you know what it means to "don't hit the south wall and don't look back".

    Besides, washing and drying clothes is just a sense of ritual in life. If you have nothing to do, just find something for yourself.

    "Woo - woo -"

    The loud and rapid whistle sounded from far to near, like sobs one after another, penetrating through layers of night, hitting the bottom of Yu Wanfeng's heart.

    With a tremor in her hands, she threw the clothes into the storage basket, lay down on the top railing, and leaned over to look down.

    She knew it was the sound of an ambulance.

    More than one.

    She was graying.

    Several ambulances came one after another, and the blue light traveled through the night.

    They may be driving to the community where the ambulance was called, or they may be transferring patients.

    Yu Wanfeng didn't know.

    But what she saw was a faint light, the blue of hope.

    ? Lead some people to life, send some people off to death.

    This hasty sound and light are nothing but persistence on the bridge of life and death.

    Yu Wanfeng had never seen so many ambulances passing by at a high speed.

    I have never seen such a clean and empty street without congestion and obstacles.

    The voice is far away, but the light is still shining in the dark night.

    Yu Wanfeng raised her head and looked at the tall buildings around her.

    On the opposite side of the building with more than ten floors, the light boards were still flickering stubbornly.

    "Copy printing", "Garden Apartment Hotel", "Lingling Manicure", "Kiki Board Games"

    There are some light signs in the gaps between the buildings, but Yu Wanfeng knows very well that those shops are no longer open.

    They are just stubbornly turning on the lights, stubbornly wanting to tell others that they can continue to live.

    "Is not It Cold?"

    The familiar voice came again.

    Yu Wanfeng's back trembled.

    She turned around and blinked: "You are you always so elusive?"

    Zhong Chumian walked over and handed the woolen blanket in his hand to Yu Wanfeng: "If you want to have a wind here, at least wear more, so you don't catch a cold. It's very troublesome to catch a cold now."

    It's rare to say so much.

    Yu Wanfeng took the blanket, wrapped her neck tightly, and said with a smile: "I wear a lot, it's not cold, I just came up to collect the clothes, not to blow the air."

    "Come to the fence to collect clothes? Your clothes blown downstairs?"

    Zhong Chumian asked her.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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