If You Are Sentimental, Don't Ask About the World of Rivers and Lakes
by Ju Wenling
About This Novel
In Huameiling, in early spring, the birds sing on the branches and the willow silk is green. In Yan's wine shop, Yun Gu straightened the overturned tables and chairs, then went down to the cellar to get a jar of ten-year-old Xinghuafen and placed it in front of the only customer in the shop: "Mr. Seeing that she was beautiful and looking after the shop alone, some of her words became a little unreasonable. A few anxious people were about to make a move, but they were beaten by the neighbor who came to the shop for breakfast every day so that his arm was dislocated and he ran away crying for his father and mother. This man's surname was Xia. He came to Lingxia half a year ago and built a small library in a thatched hut next door. He taught children from several nearby villages to read and collected some grain and meat for their education. Everyone respectfully called him Mr. Xia.
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