Shao Feng walked on the street, the morning light was dim, and the heat on the wonton stall slowly rose. Shao Feng walked over and asked for a bowl of wontons from the stall. Wontons have thin skin and rich meat, and are delicious. Anyone who can comfortably eat a bowl of hot wontons will be grateful for this quiet morning. But some people just like to show up when they shouldn't. A piece of platinum paper flew towards Shao Feng. Shao Feng tilted his face slightly and pinched the thin invitation. It seemed that someone next to him had received the same invitation. Shao Feng looked up and unexpectedly saw the young man he saw yesterday evening. His martial arts was not as good as Shao Feng. There was a bloodstain on the cheekbone with thin paper, and the wide sleeve of his right hand was fixed on the table by the invitation. If the target was to remove his head, he would have been dead on the street long ago. The woman who sent the invitation had already fled. Shao Feng glanced at the wonton stall owner. The stall owner was frowning in thought, his gray beard trembling with his heavy breathing, but there was a bit of embarrassment in his smile. He lowered his head and glanced at the contents of the note. This note was unsigned, but there were a few sentences in it. Although it was only a few sentences, it was a memory that Shao Feng himself did not want to remember.
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