Many years later, a group of returning travelers mentioned in their chat that there was a small wine shop in a small village in the north of the Yangtze River. The owner of the wine shop is a kind and kind old man, and a handsome but desolate man. The travelers asked for a jar of aged Ner Hong. The old man shook his head and said, "Sir, we only have Huadiao here."
The melancholy man raised his head and looked at the old man. Suddenly, they looked at each other and smiled.
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