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That night, Liang Jingquan, who had not slept for a long time, finally fell asleep.
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After exiting the revolving door of the hotel, Wang Bo and Jiang Mei picked up their bicycles and started riding on their way home. Jiang Mei is in front and Wang Bo is behind. It was already mid-September, and the moon was high in the sky, casting a white silvery glow that illuminated the originally dark road with a vague outline. The night wind blows in our face, and on both sides of the road are fields of rice fields that have been harvested. Although there is no rice, the frogs are still singing, and there are also the chirping of crickets and locusts, showing their existence tenaciously at the end of autumn. Neither Jiang Mei, who was riding in front, nor Wang Bo, who was following closely behind, spoke. They just rode quietly. Wang Bo wanted to say something to break the somewhat oppressive silence, but his mind was confused and his heart was not peaceful. He really didn’t know how to speak. About twenty minutes later, the two silent men and women finished riding a large section of the road, and then rode a section of the asphalt road with some potholes. Soon they arrived in front of Wang Bo’s hometown. There is a