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Among people, Xia Zhiguang Tingting Liang Fu is worth thousands of dollars, but he is not comfortable Even one son is in remorse and pain He is ashamed of his wife Lin Yueru Electricity, scrap iron, scrap iron, scrap iron's body shadow, the son killed by lightning under the big banyan, like a dream knot around his son Atonement about atonement, all-encompassing, all-encompassing But light can't flow back Look into my eyes, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes, my eyes. The night of 1983 is back to that night (br)Everything is fine. "Hello, Lin Yueru!""This time I will keep you well..."