There are gangsters and gentlemen who are like quarrels and discussions, like grinding.
The man had a lazy smile between his beautiful brows, and the gentleness in that smile was as gentle as the sea, which easily made people indulge. An ordinary sandalwood hairpin was loosely tied up in his hair, and two or three strands of crow hair hung on his forehead and shoulders. He was wearing an ordinary green robe. He leaned under a tree, and a bamboo flute played a Jiangnan tune at his lips.
"Why do you never change? No matter how old you are, Ye Zhouyan always wears a green bamboo flute, has a smile on his face, ties his hair with a wooden hairpin, and is gentle to others! It has always been like this! It has always been... Senior Brother... We have all changed... But, Senior Brother..." The man thought of this sentence again, and the smile between his eyebrows faded, revealing a hint of indifference.
"Why... Because, I am Ye Zhouyan, the Ye Zhouyan who is like a gangster and a gentleman, just like sparring with each other, just like polishing."
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