The tattooed boy in Qingshi Alley holds a cigarette between his fingertips, leaning against the moss-covered stone bricks, his handsome face shrouded in layers of smoke. The girl in the distance was wearing a long skirt, with black hair reaching her waist. They all said that Jiangnan nourishes people. The young man thought to himself: It's true, it does indeed nourish people.
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