The Road is Endless
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When Fanshu knocked on the door, Lao Mai didn't hear it clearly and thought it was the door next door knocking. Naturally, Lao Mai didn't expect Fanshu to come to him. At that time, Lao Mai was accepting an invitation from a magazine to write a novella. He had been immersed in the realm of creation and ignored external things. As a creative artist at the Municipal People's Art Museum, Lao Mai thinks about the fact that in today's society, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, mistresses, and mistresses are all over the place, which is more common than the concubines in Su Tong's novels. At this moment, Lao Mai would feel sad, angry, ridiculous, and incompatible with reality. Lao Mai picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. He smiled bitterly and looked up at the window. There was a continuous drizzle outside the window. Just then, Sweet Potato knocked on the door again. This time Lao Mai heard clearly. Lao Mai walked over and looked out of the peephole, and saw a deformed face that looked very unfamiliar.
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