On the night of New Year's Eve, they quarreled again. Without my persuasion, they seemed unable to get off the stage, and were dragged into two rooms by many relatives. Ignoring the mess at home, I went out alone to relax, staring at the moon in the river. When can I have a good year? ... When I woke up again, I saw my mother, to be precise, my ten-year-old mother who was still in the mountains. When my mom and I grow up together, will she and my dad still be together? Do I want to match them up?
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