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Spring rain is falling, and the wind is still a little cold on my face, but I don't feel cold, but I feel the warm breath of spring.
Many young women in the street can't wait to put on their skirt books and walk across the platform with various flower umbrellas, leaving different shapes.
John young stood under the street platform, looking at the back of one woman after another and disappearing into the vast sea of people, which seemed a bit boring. Not far away, the gate of the Academy of Social Sciences is inconspicuous and even looks a bit old-fashioned. The building behind the high wall also looks a little old-fashioned. The brand book of "Beijing Academy of Social Sciences" hangs quietly, showing the ordinary and excellent taste among countless signs in Beijing.
Crunch! A crisp brake interrupted john young's boring wait-and-see. An Audi car stopped in front of him, the window rolled down, revealing Zhou Ming's thin face.
"Get on the bus!"
Zhou Ming Dao's expression seems to have always been a calm sample book, but John Yang clearly determined that at the moment when Zhou Ming Dao called himself just now, his expressionless face gave a dignified look.
Zhou Ming Dao is actually sixty-five years old, but he seems to have only a sample book in his early fifties. After john young sat down beside him, Zhou Ming ...