The first time I met him, he was still a pudding, standing in front of his shabby door, letting the rain wet him. He handed the umbrella to Pudding and said "Amitabha" to Pudding. Pudding returned the sentence "Amitabha" to him. From then on, I followed him, like a person and a shadow, reluctant to separate. *You said the donor should let them live, and I will listen to you and let them live. *
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