A "ship" resembling a single-horned dragon crushed the waves and emerged from the water.
The whale's song scattered the fine rain, and the iron-gray shell was angular.
Two headlights illuminated He Jie, standing like a statue on the shore.
Inside the armed train.
Xiaodong pressed his face tightly against the window.
He discovered an interesting phenomenon.
No matter how he blew on the glass, it would not fog up.
The waves outside and the refuge seemed no different, but were much more interesting than the refuge's waves.
As long as it was outside, it was interesting.
"Xiaodong, get ready to get off."
The Iron Old Man carefully finished the green noodles with sauce from the iron box, then went to the bathroom to get some water, rinsed the box, and drank it all in one go.
The iron box was cleaner than if it had been washed.
"Okay!"
Xiaodong stood up, took his own iron box to the bathroom to rinse it clean, and then placed everyone's iron boxes at the room door.
