Not Keeping Useless People

After leaving the Sierra for three years, when she once again set foot on this land, Eloy Mueller took off her luxurious and luxurious appearance. He was wearing jeans and a simple T-shirt, the rain and sun had faded the shoulders. At his feet were black climbing shoes, although they were a style from many years ago, when worn I still cannot restrain this man’s strong freedom and freedom. He stood at the exit to the station, squinting his eyes and looking up at the sky. The clouds were a silvery gray color, with no sunlight, nothing compared to the clear green space of the mountains and hills. Eloy Mueller took out a small package from her pants pocket, picked up a dried jujube and threw it into her mouth. Her left cheek bulged, and she could clearly see the chewing action. He stood there for a moment, nonchalantly turning the package over in his hand, then putting it back in his pocket. Sierra has changed a lot, the old corrugated iron roofs opposite the former station have been replaced by high-rise buildings lined up close together, the lanes have widened, and have long lost their appearance from that year. Eloy Mueller crossed the street, walked along the street twice before finding a public phone booth, he inserted two coins and dialed a number. Not long after, the phone was connected and he spoke in a calm voice: “”Mr. Tu, I’m here.”” —- ISBN: 9798333015570