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... getable gardens.

  The two also went up the hill where they used to gather firewood together, and revisited the old place, feeling a lot in their hearts.

   When they were about to go down the mountain, they unexpectedly met an acquaintance again, but they recognized the man, but the man did not recognize them, and just limped down the mountain carrying a bundle of firewood.

  Yunyi looked at the impersonal Jing Hongxi: "It seems that life is not easy, but he is still very s ...

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