Every time Yan'er asked about Yangzhou, the wrinkled old man in cloth clothes in the courtyard always smelled like the sunset, and the thick voice when he answered seemed to have accumulated decades of vicissitudes. She was immersed in the lingering dusk, and suddenly felt desolate for a moment.
At this moment, the person she hated the most appeared, holding up her chin with a faint smile: "Yan'er, why, is Yangzhou more attractive to you than me?". "
She wanted to kick him away angrily.
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