Chapter 599: 880 pieces, poet and child
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880 pieces, poet and child
88o pieces, poet and child
sky
Suddenly it started raining.
Many people hid in
their own rooms
I, alone
walking on the street
very comfortable
roadside
A child asked me:
"What are you doing?"
"Looking for wind..."
"Looking for wind?"
The child widened their eyes and said
"Yes, looking for wind!"
I answered straightforwardly
"Because the wind always follows the rain!"
"Why did the rain come"
"and the wind didn't follow?"
The child didn't understand
What I mean, I said —
"This person is really fun......"
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