The renovation of the optical lettering film was very successful, mainly because Wangjiacun simply took over their land and built a house on the spot, along with other compensations and so on. It was a good thing.

Although high-rise buildings were built to accommodate more people, Zhou Bingkun was indeed built according to normal commercial residences, not like those relocation buildings.

In the middle of 1997, as the last family moved out of the optical film, the original buildings were turned into rubble on the ground. The touching stories of the innocent era in the past were gradually revealed, brick by brick, sand and stone.

Scattered by the wind, the photograms of the past are no longer there.

Although Zhou Zhigang always talked about taking apart the optical tablet, when the optical tablet was really gone, he seemed to have been drained of energy and was helpless, as if this was the end of his life and he had no regrets.

He no longer looked at the gate. Every day he and Li Suhua took the bus to the construction site of the optical lettering film, and occasionally went for a walk in Wangjiacun. The old couple kept company every day, laughing and wandering around.

In the streets and alleys of Jichun, they saw that Jichun was no longer what they remembered.

In January of 2001, the prosperous atmosphere of the New Year was wafting in every corner of Jichun, and something called the flavor of the New Year permeated people's hearts. The old Zhou family, which used to be lively, was gloomy this year.

In the city's first hospital, looking at his biological father and mother lying on the bed, Zhou Bingkun's eyes were red and he asked his good brother on the side: "Brother, is there really nothing we can do to save you? Are you a miracle doctor? I beg you, brother, you

Let’s take a look again…”

Wang Yan just shook his head silently and patted...

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The renovation of the optical lettering film was very successful, mainly because Wangjiacun simply took over their land and built a house on the spot, along with other compensations and so on. It was a good thing.

Although high-rise buildings were built to accommodate more people, Zhou Bingkun was indeed built according to normal commercial residences, not like those relocation buildings.

In the middle of 1997, as the last family in the optical film was moved away, the original buildings were turned into rubble on the ground. The touching stories of the innocent era in the past were gradually revealed, brick by brick, sand and stone.

Scattered by the wind, the photograms of the past are no longer there.

Although Zhou Zhigang always talked about taking apart the optical tablet, when the optical tablet was really gone, he seemed to have been drained of energy and was helpless, as if this was the end of his life and he had no regrets.

He no longer looked at the gate. Every day he and Li Suhua took the bus to the construction site of the optical lettering film, and occasionally went for a walk in Wangjia Village. The old couple kept company every day, laughing and wandering around.

In the streets and alleys of Jichun, they saw that Jichun was no longer what they remembered.

In January of 2001, the prosperous atmosphere of the New Year was wafting in every corner of Jichun, and something called the flavor of the New Year permeated people's hearts. The old Zhou family, which used to be lively, was gloomy this year.

In the city's first hospital, looking at his biological father and mother lying on the bed, Zhou Bingkun's eyes were red and he asked his good brother on the side: "Brother, is there really nothing we can do to save you? Are you a miracle doctor? I beg you, brother, you

Let’s take a look again…”

Wang Yan just shook his head and said nothing, and took a photo of the photo. The transformation was very successful, mainly because Wangjiacun simply took over their land and built a house on the spot, and there were other compensations. It was a good thing.

Son.

Although high-rise buildings were built to accommodate more people, Zhou Bingkun was indeed built according to normal commercial residences, not like those relocation buildings.

In the middle of 1997, as the last family in the optical film was moved away, the original buildings were turned into rubble on the ground. The touching stories of the innocent era in the past were gradually revealed, brick by brick, sand and stone.

Scattered by the wind, the photograms of the past are no longer there.

Although Zhou Zhigang always talked about taking apart the optical tablet, when the optical tablet was really gone, he seemed to have been drained of energy and was helpless, as if this was the end of his life and he had no regrets.

He no longer looked at the gate. Every day he and Li Suhua took the bus to the construction site of the optical lettering film, and occasionally went for a walk in Wangjia Village. The old couple kept company every day, laughing and wandering around.

In the streets and alleys of Jichun, they saw that Jichun was no longer what they remembered.

In January of 2001, the prosperous atmosphere of the New Year was wafting in every corner of Jichun, and something called the flavor of the New Year permeated people's hearts. The old Zhou family, which used to be lively, was gloomy this year.

In the city's first hospital, looking at his biological father and mother lying on the bed, Zhou Bingkun's eyes were red and he asked his good brother on the side: "Brother, is there really nothing we can do to save you? Are you a miracle doctor? I beg you, brother, you

Let’s take a look again…”

Wang Yan just shook his head and said nothing, and took a photo of the photo. The transformation was very successful, mainly because Wangjiacun simply took over their land and built a house on the spot, and there were other compensations. It was a good thing.

Son.

Although high-rise buildings were built to accommodate more people, Zhou Bingkun was indeed built according to normal commercial residences, not like those relocation buildings.

In the middle of 1997, as the last family in the optical film was moved away, the original buildings were turned into rubble on the ground. The touching stories of the innocent era in the past were gradually revealed, brick by brick, sand and stone.

Scattered by the wind, the photograms of the past are no longer there.

Although Zhou Zhigang always talked about taking apart the optical tablet, when the optical tablet was really gone, he seemed to have been drained of energy and was helpless, as if this was the end of his life and he had no regrets.

He no longer looked at the gate. Every day he and Li Suhua took the bus to the construction site of the optical lettering film, and occasionally went for a walk in Wangjia Village. The old couple kept company every day, laughing and wandering around.

In the streets and alleys of Jichun, they saw that Jichun was no longer what they remembered.

In January of 2001, the prosperous atmosphere of the New Year was wafting in every corner of Jichun, and something called the flavor of the New Year permeated people's hearts. The old Zhou family, which used to be lively, was gloomy this year.

In the city's first hospital, looking at his biological father and mother lying on the bed, Zhou Bingkun's eyes were red and he asked his good brother on the side: "Brother, is there really nothing we can do to save you? Are you a miracle doctor? I beg you, brother, you

Let’s take a look again…”

Wang Yan just shook his head and said nothing, and took a photo of the photo. The transformation was very successful, mainly because Wangjiacun simply took over their land and built a house on the spot, and there were other compensations. It was a good thing.

Son.

Although high-rise buildings were built to accommodate more people, Zhou Bingkun was indeed built according to normal commercial residences, not like those relocation buildings.

In the middle of 1997, as the last family in the optical film was moved away, the original buildings were turned into rubble on the ground. The touching stories of the innocent era in the past were gradually revealed, brick by brick, sand and stone.

Scattered by the wind, the photograms of the past are no longer there.

Although Zhou Zhigang always talked about taking apart the optical tablet, when the optical tablet was really gone, he seemed to have been drained of energy and was helpless, as if this was the end of his life and he had no regrets.

He no longer looked at the gate. Every day he and Li Suhua took the bus to the construction site of the optical lettering film, and occasionally went for a walk in Wangjia Village. The old couple kept company every day, laughing and wandering around.

In the streets and alleys of Jichun, they saw that Jichun was no longer what they remembered.

In January of 2001, the prosperous atmosphere of the New Year was wafting in every corner of Jichun, and something called the flavor of the New Year permeated people's hearts. The old Zhou family, which used to be lively, was gloomy this year.

In the city's first hospital, looking at his biological father and mother lying on the bed, Zhou Bingkun's eyes were red and he asked his good brother on the side: "Brother, is there really nothing we can do to save you? Are you a miracle doctor? I beg you, brother, you

Let’s take a look again…”

Wang Yan just shook his head and said nothing, and took a photo of the photo. The transformation was very successful, mainly because Wangjiacun simply took over their land and built a house on the spot, and there were other compensations. It was a good thing.

Son.

Although high-rise buildings were built to accommodate more people, Zhou Bingkun was indeed built according to normal commercial residences, not like those relocation buildings.

In the middle of 1997, as the last family in the optical film was moved away, the original buildings were turned into rubble on the ground. The touching stories of the innocent era in the past were gradually revealed, brick by brick, sand and stone.

Scattered by the wind, the photograms of the past are no longer there.

Although Zhou Zhigang always talked about taking apart the optical tablet, when the optical tablet was really gone, he seemed to have been drained of energy and was helpless, as if this was the end of his life and he had no regrets.

He no longer looked at the gate. Every day he and Li Suhua took the bus to the construction site of the optical lettering film, and occasionally went for a walk in Wangjia Village. The old couple kept company every day, laughing and wandering around.

In the streets and alleys of Jichun, they saw that Jichun was no longer what they remembered.

In January of 2001, the prosperous atmosphere of the New Year was wafting in every corner of Jichun, and something called the flavor of the New Year permeated people's hearts. The old Zhou family, which used to be lively, was gloomy this year.

In the city's first hospital, looking at his biological father and mother lying on the bed, Zhou Bingkun's eyes were red and he asked his good brother on the side: "Brother, is there really nothing we can do to save you? Are you a miracle doctor? I beg you, brother, you

Let’s take a look again…”

Wang Yan just shook his head and said nothing, and took a photo of the photo. The transformation was very successful, mainly because Wangjiacun simply took over their land and built a house on the spot, and there were other compensations. It was a good thing.

Son.

Although high-rise buildings were built to accommodate more people, Zhou Bingkun was indeed built according to normal commercial residences, not like those relocation buildings.

In the middle of 1997, as the last family in the optical film was moved away, the original buildings were turned into rubble on the ground. The touching stories of the innocent era in the past were gradually revealed, brick by brick, sand and stone.

Scattered by the wind, the photograms of the past are no longer there.

Although Zhou Zhigang always talked about taking apart the optical tablet, when the optical tablet was really gone, he seemed to have been drained of energy and was helpless, as if this was the end of his life and he had no regrets.

He no longer looked at the gate. Every day he and Li Suhua took the bus to the construction site of the optical lettering film, and occasionally went for a walk in Wangjia Village. The old couple kept company every day, laughing and wandering around.

In the streets and alleys of Jichun, they saw that Jichun was no longer what they remembered.

In January of 2001, the prosperous atmosphere of the New Year was wafting in every corner of Jichun, and something called the flavor of the New Year permeated people's hearts. The old Zhou family, which used to be lively, was gloomy this year.

In the city's first hospital, looking at his biological father and mother lying on the bed, Zhou Bingkun's eyes were red and he asked his good brother on the side: "Brother, is there really nothing we can do to save you? Are you a miracle doctor? I beg you, brother, you

Let’s take a look again…”

Wang Yan just shook his head and said nothing, and took a photo of the photo. The transformation was very successful, mainly because Wangjiacun simply took over their land and built a house on the spot, and there were other compensations. It was a good thing.

Son.

Although high-rise buildings were built to accommodate more people, Zhou Bingkun was indeed built according to normal commercial residences, not like those relocation buildings.

In the middle of 1997, as the last family in the optical film was moved away, the original buildings were turned into rubble on the ground. The touching stories of the innocent era in the past were gradually revealed, brick by brick, sand and stone.

Scattered by the wind, the photograms of the past are no longer there.

Although Zhou Zhigang always talked about taking apart the optical tablet, when the optical tablet was really gone, he seemed to have been drained of energy and was helpless, as if this was the end of his life and he had no regrets.

He no longer looked at the gate. Every day he and Li Suhua took the bus to the construction site of the optical lettering film, and occasionally went for a walk in Wangjia Village. The old couple kept company every day, laughing and wandering around.

In the streets and alleys of Jichun, they saw that Jichun was no longer what they remembered.

In January of 2001, the prosperous atmosphere of the New Year was wafting in every corner of Jichun, and something called the flavor of the New Year permeated people's hearts. The old Zhou family, which used to be lively, was gloomy this year.

In the city's first hospital, looking at his biological father and mother lying on the bed, Zhou Bingkun's eyes were red and he asked his good brother on the side: "Brother, is there really nothing we can do to save you? Are you a miracle doctor? I beg you, brother, you

Let’s take a look again…”
To be continued...