The crackling sound of the keyboard stopped, Xiaozhuang stopped writing, and tears silently dripped down on the keyboard.He lit a cigarette and immersed himself in the smoke.
On the computer screen, comments from readers popped up one after another: "Oh my god! No way! Such an outstanding soldier brother, how could he be?" "Has he recovered from his illness?"...
With trembling hands, Xiao Zhuang typed on the keyboard: "It's late... I didn't know what ankylosing spondylitis was at that time, I only knew that Scout's old problem was arthritis, but what is spondylitis, or ankylosing spondylitis Sexual? If I knew at the time, I would have rushed to report it, and I would! Please believe me!"
He lay on the keyboard, tears streaming down his face.