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一西北风和板房咯吱的声响灌满了机组长万春的耳朵。他用力睁开睫毛上挂霜的眼,撒眸下四周,看到窗户已被雪团糊住。幽黯的板房里弥漫着一股臭脚丫子和身上散发出的馊味。床头立着厚厚的棉裤,冷丁一看还以为蹲着个人。腿上的瘙痒,令万春不由伸手去挠。随着一阵疼痛,他知道又挠破了。最近身上总是痒,痒得令他难以忍受。他只有不住地用手去抓挠,下手轻了不顶用,重了容易挠破。至今他都说不清身上被抓破了多少次。
A northwest wind and sizzling sound board filled the head of Wan Chun’s crew. He forced to open the eyelashes hanging frost on the eyes, Samantha next week, saw the windows have been snow group paste live. Dark room quietly filled with a stinky feet and emit the smell of body odor. Bedding thick cotton pants, cold Ding also thought that squatting individuals. Itchy legs, so Wanchun could not help but to scratch. With a burst of pain, he knew it broke again. Recently the body always itch, itch makes him unbearable. He could not stop scratching his hand, lightly not to use, heavy easily broken. So far he can not tell how many times the body was scratched.