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... he sniffed hard.
The smell of the sun is also like the smell of home.
In the winter when I was a child, every sunny day, her grandmother would carry the quilt on the bed to the yard to expose it to the sun. When she went to sleep at night, the whole quilt smelled like the sun.
This familiar smell gradually dispelled the uneasiness in my heart.
Once again, living in an unfamiliar environment.
This time, she was the one who begged for nothing to live in.
I ...
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