The wind started to blow and the sky was a little gloomy. He Baomin felt his injured leg itchy and a little painful. He looked up at the sky and muttered, "It looks like it's going to rain."
His leg is more accurate than the weather forecast. It has never failed in all these years. As long as the wound on his leg is itchy and painful, it will definitely rain at night even if it is sunny outside. Therefore, his friends and colleagues nicknamed him the Weather Station. If anyone has any problems, they will go to him in the morning to ask him if it will rain.
He Baomin limped into a dirty and shabby little hotel. Under the dim light, the fat and short proprietress, who was somewhat revealingly dressed, was dozing off on the broken sofa by the door. When she heard the door open, she just raised her eyelids and saw that it was the lame man who had been staying there for several days. She closed her eyes again, but did not forget to say hello.
"I'm home!"
He Baomin thought she was asleep, and when he heard her mumbled words, he replied, "You're back!"
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