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There are houses in certain provincial cities that look like the gloomiest monasteries, the most desolate moors, the most desolate ruins, which makes people unhappy. Perhaps this kind of house has a little bit of the silence of the monastery, the monotony of the wilderness, and the decay of the ruins. The daily life inside is so quiet. If it weren't for the sound of strange footsteps on the street, a man with a face like a monk would suddenly poke out of the window and remain motionless, staring at the strangers with his dim and cold eyes, foreign guests might regard those houses as empty houses without anyone living in them.
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