
The Magic Eye Little
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author: Longing like the win
A stretch of snow-white wrist, linked to slender hands, was exposed to the air. The arm, like a pink lotus root, was delicate and pure, without a single blemish.,Today is the first day back to school after the May Day holiday. In 2016, May Day fell on a Sunday and was rescheduled. Monday, May 2nd, was also originally a holiday. It was a public holiday, but for senior high school students, all holidays are clouds in the sky. While others were still enjoying their last day of vacation, senior high school students trudged their way back to school.,The elderly man was over sixty years old, his hair was gray, but he was in good spirits. His stall was set up next to his son's store, not taking up anyone else's space. He had a small table with copper coins and antique jewelry on it. The old man sat behind the table, chatting with people when they came by. When there were no customers, he would occasionally take out his long pipe and take a few puffs. Basically, there weren't many chances to chat, and most of the time he was alone in silence.。