brian crusoe
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The only freedom in life
We had not seen each other for two or three years, so we arranged to meet under the overpass near my home. He did not have a mobile phone, but called a pay phone and gave me a very confusing location. When I walked past, I saw the traffic coming and going, and I remembered that I had not made it clear whether it was inside the third ring road or outside the third Ring road. I was quite worried that I could not find each other in the vast sea of people, but he recognized me from the crowd at a glance and ran to greet me, but I was startled. After looking for a long time, I recognized the thin, black man with a goatee in front of me, who was my familiar friend. I mean, where's your luggage? He patted a black cloth bag he was carrying diagonally, and then showed me the bag he was carrying, saying that it was all here. I saw that the black cloth bag was only a circle bigger than the one I was carrying to Xidan, and there was a clanging iron lunch box on the bag. I was very surprised. I can't help it. I'm not a fussy person, but it's hard not to be surprised that you're looking at someone who has just traveled through 11 countries, around Asia, and over 200 years to stand in front of you.
By brian crusoe10 months ago in Filthy