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... nt, had come to the house. Da Qing had been sitting at the table all this while, with his younger son looking up eagerly at him, "Daddy, I want more meat noodles."
The boy’s tiny body was as thin as a rack of ribs, his face the color of nutrient-poor clay, which made Da Qing unbearably sad. His wife whispered a few words into both their ears then touched their son’s face, her voice low, "You two think it over carefully."
In the village enveloped by night, many villagers gathered ...
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