mote corridor, his black shirt is gurgled by the cold wind, he copies his hands into his trouser pockets, and his tall, strong body is a bit more lonely in the awe.it was raining harder and harder, an...adow, the world is so big, there is no place for you, this time, after fighting for your life, you go back to the mountain, and when you need you to work hard, don't you feel aggrieved to come out aga...