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第一章恃功劳颐指气使掐软肋暗渡陈仓北方的十一月已经是冬天了。一阵紧似一阵的风裹挟着沙尘肆意地扑打着门窗。昏黄的电灯不安地摇摆着,战战兢兢地窥探着杨清海那张宽阔而苍白的脸,抖落着飘忽不定的斑驳。勤务员走了进来,把晚饭放在炕桌上。“杨司令,吃饭吧。”勤务员说。杨清海双目紧闭,倚着炕柜一动没动,呼呼地喘着粗气,仍旧沉浸在恼怒之中而不能自拔。
The first chapter rely on Gongyi Gong Qi to pinch the weakness of darkness to steer the north of November is already winter. A burst of wind like a wave of sand and dust wantonly flapping the windows and doors. Dim lights swinging uneasy, gingerly glimpsed Yang Qinghai that broad and pale face, shaking off the erratic mottled. The servants came in, put the dinner on the kang table. “Commander Yang, eat it.” "The servant said. Yang Qinghai eyes closed, leaning against the kiosk motionless, whirring panting, still immersed in irritability and unable to extricate themselves.