When he woke up, Yang Anbang returned to the fishing village in 1983, where the sea breeze was salty. The family was bare, his parents were frowning, and his sister-in-law urged him to separate the family. Having lived a mediocre life in his previous life, he clenched his young hands covered with chilblains and scratches from fishing nets - this time, he wanted to take the memories that had been floating on the sea for a lifetime, starting from a bowl of gruel with floating oil and an old sampan, to create a truly free life.
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Brother, you are writing a novel, not an essay. It's a headache to see so many modifiers. Come on.
Brother, you are writing a novel, not an essay. It's a headache to see so many modifiers. Come on.
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