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At noon, the lead-gray streets were turned into a thin rope by the hot sunshine, lying limply against the edge of the town. The pedestrians on the street gradually dispersed, and the old lady selling fried jelly took a nap under the elm tree on the street. A long and narrow room on the street is "Hu Ji Suoxing". At this time, the owner Lao Hu was playing his erhu leisurely, with his eyes slightly closed, and sang along with the loud and thick music: I drank a bowl of wine before leaving, and I was full of courage. Hatoyama hosted a banquet to make friends with me and entertained me with thousands of cups and cups. The wood of the erhu is authentic huanghuali wood. It has been polished and smooth by time in Lao Hu's arms, and it has accumulated a quiet luster over time.
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