The end of the third year of high school was half an hour late. Could it be that they were still in class?
Jiang Lingzhi thought for a moment, picked up her phone, typed a text message, and sent it out.
Since Su Xici still had half an hour before school ended, she decided to send the test papers to her deskmate first.
Jiang Lingzhi put her phone in her bag and walked towards the bus stop.
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The alley was very lively in the afternoon.
After the furniture movers went in and out for two hours, the garbage collectors went in and out for another two hours. It was finally quiet when it was almost dusk.
Sun Yan handed a cigarette to the old man and chatted with him for a while. After receiving 400 yuan, he watched the old man leave on his full three-wheeled motorcycle. Then, he put the cigarette box in his pocket and turned to enter the courtyard.
The courtyard was still the same, empty, but the interior was very different.
