Wang Jianguo strode over to him and said urgently, "Shuzhuo, stop studying that. Erhua and the others didn't get enough to eat at noon, so let's take them to get some food right now."
Hearing this, Zhao Shuzhuo immediately put down the booklet, stood up, and without another word, followed Wang Jianguo outside.
The five of them stepped out of the guesthouse and into the cold night. In the nights of the 1960s, a biting chill filled the streets, and a howling wind swept through, cutting people's faces like ice blades.
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