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Xia Miao left hand led the travel bag, right hand dragged the box, carrying a big bag on his back, and slowly walked out of the railway station. Two people suddenly jumped out of the roadside, and Xia Miao took three steps back in fear.
"Oh, oh, oh, Zhang Tianzhen, hurry up and take a photo with Num. I want to upload it to facebook. The title is "China Migrant Workers and I". Oh, ha ha ha. . . Ah! "
Xia Miao said to the obviously frightened children around him, "Remember, little brother, when you see the running dogs of American imperialism in the future, you will kill them like your brother, and I will never be soft."
The child said innocently, "eldest brother, I just came back from pulling hemp in America." Alas, am I a running dog of American imperialism? "
Xia Miao didn't answer. Xia Miao has been killed by the parents of innocent children with their eyes. . .
Feng Si stood up, patted the dust on his body and felt sad. "I said num, haven't seen you for more than half a year. How did you get so dark? Your white skin! I miss that wonderful feeling day and night. "
"You gentle scum, don't touch your hand."
"Yo yo, let me pinch two times also don't want to, the child is big, can't hold it, the child his niang of, you say me how so hard luck, meowed. . . "
Zhang Youzhi is expressionless. "I don't like role-playing."
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