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... s float on the sides of the hull.

  Yan Junze stood on the bank of the river, looking at the painting boat.

  The buildings on both sides of the river bank also maintain the ancient style, but they have basically been renovated, and they are mainly trading, with various snack stalls and specialty shops.

  The dust in these shops is thick, and some facades have been damaged, a dilapidated scene.

  Yan Junze didn't pay attention to other things. In fact, there are thirt ...

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