I felt that the place where I was lying was a little hard, and there was a hot feeling heating my body. It was so warm that I didn't want to get up.

Wang Yan realized immediately that he was lying on a kang, the head of which was burning hot.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and then slid down. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep warm in winter,

In the haze, he could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt with big peonies printed on it, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The whitewash on the wall was peeled off and uneven.

The place was covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning my head and looking at the green brick floor, I saw a row of large bookshelves against the north wall, filled with books. On the east wall, there were two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table.

There is a large, peeling enamel jar with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After checking the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed the cotton-padded coat covering it to the side with his feet. It was uncomfortable to press things. He then communicated with the system to receive this time's identity information.

Wang Yan, 22 years old, his father who worked in a tractor factory died fighting a fire five years ago, and his mother who worked in a sugar factory four years ago passed away due to worry. He was...

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I felt that the place where I was lying was a little hard, and there was a hot feeling heating my body. It was so warm that I didn't want to get up.

Wang Yan realized immediately that he was lying on a kang, the head of which was burning hot.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and then slid down. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep warm in winter,

In the haze, he could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt with big peonies printed on it, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The whitewash on the wall was peeled off and uneven.

The place was covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning my head and looking at the green brick floor, I saw a row of large bookshelves against the north wall, filled with books. On the east wall, there were two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table.

There is a large, peeling enamel jar with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After confirming the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed aside the cotton-padded coat covering it with his feet. It was uncomfortable to hold something under his weight. Then he communicated with the system to receive this time's identity information.

Wang Yan was twenty-two years old. His father, who worked in a tractor factory, died fighting a fire five years ago. His mother, who worked in a sugar factory four years ago, died of grief. It was at that time that he felt the pain of lying down.

The place was a little hard, and there was a burning heat that was heating up the body, making it so warm that it made people not want to get up.

Wang Yan realized immediately that he was lying on a kang, the head of which was burning hot.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and then slid down. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep warm in winter,

In the haze, he could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt with big peonies printed on it, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The whitewash on the wall was peeled off and uneven.

The place was covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning my head and looking at the green brick floor, I saw a row of large bookshelves against the north wall, filled with books. On the east wall, there were two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table.

There is a large, peeling enamel jar with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After confirming the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed aside the cotton-padded coat covering it with his feet. It was uncomfortable to hold something under his weight. Then he communicated with the system to receive this time's identity information.

Wang Yan was twenty-two years old. His father, who worked in a tractor factory, died fighting a fire five years ago. His mother, who worked in a sugar factory four years ago, died of grief. It was at that time that he felt the pain of lying down.

The place was a little hard, and there was a burning heat that was heating up the body, making it so warm that it made people not want to get up.

Wang Yan realized immediately that he was lying on a kang, the head of which was burning hot.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and then slid down. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep warm in winter,

In the haze, he could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt with big peonies printed on it, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The whitewash on the wall was peeled off and uneven.

The place was covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning my head and looking at the green brick floor, I saw a row of large bookshelves against the north wall, filled with books. On the east wall, there were two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table.

There is a large, peeling enamel jar with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After confirming the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed aside the cotton-padded coat covering it with his feet. It was uncomfortable to hold something under his weight. Then he communicated with the system to receive this time's identity information.

Wang Yan was twenty-two years old. His father, who worked in a tractor factory, died fighting a fire five years ago. His mother, who worked in a sugar factory four years ago, died of grief. It was at that time that he felt the pain of lying down.

The place was a little hard, and there was a burning heat that was heating up the body, making it so warm that it made people not want to get up.

Wang Yan realized immediately that he was lying on a kang, the head of which was burning hot.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and then slid down. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep warm in winter,

In the haze, he could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt with big peonies printed on it, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The whitewash on the wall was peeled off and uneven.

The place was covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning my head and looking at the green brick floor, I saw a row of large bookshelves against the north wall, filled with books. On the east wall, there were two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table.

There is a large, peeling enamel jar with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After confirming the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed aside the cotton-padded coat covering it with his feet. It was uncomfortable to hold something under his weight. Then he communicated with the system to receive this time's identity information.

Wang Yan was twenty-two years old. His father, who worked in a tractor factory, died fighting a fire five years ago. His mother, who worked in a sugar factory four years ago, died of grief. It was at that time that he felt the pain of lying down.

The place was a little hard, and there was a burning heat that was heating up the body, making it so warm that it made people not want to get up.

Wang Yan realized immediately that he was lying on a kang, the head of which was burning hot.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and then slid down. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep warm in winter,

In the haze, he could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt with big peonies printed on it, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The whitewash on the wall was peeled off and uneven.

The place was covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning my head and looking at the green brick floor, I saw a row of large bookshelves against the north wall, filled with books. On the east wall, there were two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table.

There is a large, peeling enamel jar with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After confirming the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed aside the cotton-padded coat covering it with his feet. It was uncomfortable to hold something under his weight. Then he communicated with the system to receive this time's identity information.

Wang Yan was twenty-two years old. His father, who worked in a tractor factory, died fighting a fire five years ago. His mother, who worked in a sugar factory four years ago, died of grief. It was at that time that he felt the pain of lying down.

The place was a little hard, and there was a burning heat that was heating up the body, making it so warm that it made people not want to get up.

Wang Yan realized immediately that he was lying on a kang, the head of which was burning hot.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and then slid down. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep warm in winter,

In the haze, he could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt with big peonies printed on it, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The whitewash on the wall was peeled off and uneven.

The place was covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning my head and looking at the green brick floor, I saw a row of large bookshelves against the north wall, filled with books. On the east wall, there were two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table.

There is a large, peeling enamel jar with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After confirming the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed aside the cotton-padded coat covering it with his feet. It was uncomfortable to hold something under his weight. Then he communicated with the system to receive this time's identity information.

Wang Yan was twenty-two years old. His father, who worked in a tractor factory, died fighting a fire five years ago. His mother, who worked in a sugar factory four years ago, died of grief. It was at that time that he felt the pain of lying down.

The place was a little hard, and there was a burning heat that was heating up the body, making it so warm that it made people not want to get up.

Wang Yan realized immediately that he was lying on a kang, the head of which was burning hot.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and then slid down. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep warm in winter,

In the haze, he could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt with big peonies printed on it, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The whitewash on the wall was peeled off and uneven.

The place was covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning my head and looking at the green brick floor, I saw a row of large bookshelves against the north wall, filled with books. On the east wall, there were two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table.

There is a large, peeling enamel jar with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After confirming the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed aside the cotton-padded coat covering it with his feet. It was uncomfortable to hold something under his weight. Then he communicated with the system to receive this time's identity information.

Wang Yan was twenty-two years old. His father, who worked in a tractor factory, died fighting a fire five years ago. His mother, who worked in a sugar factory four years ago, died of grief. It was at that time that he felt the pain of lying down.

The place was a little hard, and there was a burning heat that was heating up the body, making it so warm that it made people not want to get up.

Wang Yan realized immediately that he was lying on a kang, the head of which was burning hot.

When I opened my eyes, what I saw was darkness. There were frost flowers on the windows in front of me, and water droplets caused by the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor fell, condensed, and then slid down. Following the plastic sheeting on the windows to keep warm in winter,

In the haze, he could vaguely see a little white light outside. This scene was not unfamiliar to him, it was snowing heavily outside.

Looking closer, he was covered with a large soft cotton quilt with big peonies printed on it, and his coat was pressed against his feet. The whitewash on the wall was peeled off and uneven.

The place was covered with old newspapers. There was a cabinet about half a meter high, with several quilts stacked on it, and a small kang table next to it.

Turning my head and looking at the green brick floor, I saw a row of large bookshelves against the north wall, filled with books. On the east wall, there were two solid wood chairs and a small coffee table.

There is a large, peeling enamel jar with the words "Serve the People" written on it. Next to the chair, there are two red thermoses.

After confirming the environment, Wang Yan lay down again and pushed aside the cotton-padded coat covering it with his feet. It was uncomfortable to hold something under his weight. Then he communicated with the system to receive this time's identity information.
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