"Jiang Munan, disgusting, who is he? My little boy"
"Brother, do you hate me? Then don't you feel disgusted when you are with the dog you hate?"
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Memories are like falling leaves, we pick them up in this barren autumn. When we grow old, we become like the wind, each going to his own distant place.
Concept: The soul is the inner fit, and the fit is the resonance of the soul.