: One thousand two hundred and eighty-eight, go around

"I still remember the spring many years ago

I haven't cut my hair yet

no credit card and no her

A home without 24-hour hot water”

"Dad, you sang it wrong, repeat the beginning of this song."

Sitting in the No. 21 courtyard of Shoubi Hutong, um, the courtyard of [Love Apartment], Wang Xiaochen, holding a wooden stick in his hand and chewing gum in his mouth, was as happy as a child.

I didn't expect dad

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