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“哥……”我轻轻地叫了一声,哥没有回头,但我知道,哥哭了。其实。我知道哥不想的,他不想去打工,那个城市没有爸,没有妈,也没有我。
“Brother...” I shouted softly, and the brother didn’t look back, but I knew that my brother was crying. in fact. I know what I don’t want. He doesn’t want to work. The city has no dad, no mother, and no me.