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“知道你会来的。”老人说罢,从尚温热的灰烬中取了最后的一块红薯送我,之后,大声咳嗽着收拾了,一步一步走出了城市……
“I know you will come.” The old man said, taking the last piece of sweet potato from Shang Wen’s ashes and sent me. Afterwards, he coughed loudly and picked up, stepping out of the city step by step...