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Harbin station is heavily guarded. The Russian-style building was shrouded in a hazy night. Round red roofs, tall doors and windows, beige and white exterior walls, dark green windows, set off by dim street lamps, are like Pompeii Church, which will be buried underground before the volcano erupts. People feel a kind of unspeakable desolation, as if time and space have turned all kinds of faces here into walking sculptures.
Japanese women wearing kimonos are dragging their careful clogs in a panic, getting married and rushing to buy tickets to catch the bus with their children; The obese white Russian aunt pushed the bmx with a mop and buried herself in her work, secretly wondering how they should escape after the Soviet Red Army really came. Some Japanese businessmen and Manchurian officials smoked by the colonnade to discuss the current situation. Hesitant China passengers hurried forward, more like crows and sparrows before the coming heavy rain, rushing past under the Japanese bayonet. The bloody sun of the past is gone forever, and the colonists and enslaved people in Harbin show different comedown.
Just as Huo Yingcheng was about to enter the gathering area of the waiting room, which was lined with gendarmes and heavily guarded, suddenly a girl with long hair and a blue and white student sailor skirt came from outside, which was particularly dazzling in the space of many men! She is slim and graceful, with a pair of clear and charming big eyes flashing between flowing hair and thin cheeks like frost. ...