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Yang Chunxue just nodded deeply to express her gratitude, her affectionate eyes always staring in one direction. In front of her, there are mountains and forests, which are vast and indistinct. She maintains a state of longing, staying amidst the scenery, and is especially fond of the historical scenery. She suddenly tilted her head, as if she heard a sound, and said to me: "Listen..." I listened attentively, but I only heard the chirping of various mountain birds, the gurgling of the creek, and the sound of the wind, but I didn't feel any special sound. I wanted to tell myself what I felt. I turned my face away and saw that she still had that focused look on her face. I couldn't bear to disturb her tranquility, so I just stared at her silently. After a long time, she smiled at me sheepishly and said sheepishly: "I thought I heard the sound of a car, but actually there was nothing. I'm old, I'm old." Then she smiled at me again and said a little embarrassedly: "Do you think they will come to pick me up?"
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