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... in his mind.
Forty to fifty years old, with no set place, or home. He moves with the wind, wearing old trousers and holding a guitar worth 300 yuan while saying, “If one day I leave quietly, please bury me in this spring!”
All his doubts seemed to have been answered.
Sister Na sighed in relief, “I really want to meet this person, Little Lu, if you have the opportunity invite him to the bar.”
Lu Chen smiled as he said, “I don’t know where he is, I don’t eve ...
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