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Qiu Sheng walked out of the Zui Ba Xian Tavern. It was already late at night, and the first quarter moon was like a boat moored in the dark sky. He had just drank a large pot of rice wine, and his body was a little hot. He took a big gulp of the cool air. He turned around and looked around. This quiet and strange ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River was floating in the thin moonlight. The decaying houses far and near were marked with mottled traces of time. "Strange, so strange." Qiu Sheng said to himself. Qiu Sheng runs a small grocery store at home. It opens at nine in the morning and closes at nine in the evening. His life is peaceful and ordinary. One night, he suddenly suffered from insomnia and felt that someone was calling him from somewhere, so he ran away from home, chasing the voice all night long, as if he were a believer going to worship, walking and walking non-stop. The moment he entered the ancient town, the voice told him that he had arrived as scheduled.
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