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Now, Yan Snake has an extra bargaining chip in his hand. Yan She bought a minivan two days ago with her lottery winnings. This silver-gray van is now another bargaining chip for him. His first bargaining chip was that he was good at playing the flute. That was five or six years ago. In that urban-rural fringe neighborhood, girls who could play the flute were very popular there. At that time, girls often stopped and watched in front of Yan She's bedroom window. The girls asked the neighbors about Yan She's personal situation. They wanted to get to know Yan She, but Yan She was timid and shy. Before she even spoke to anyone, her face turned red to the root of her neck. The girls liked Yan She in their hearts, and they would go outside Yan She's house to listen to him play the flute whenever they had time. Of course, I have already explained that this was five or six years ago. In the past five or six years, this city has completely changed.

Xie Guan stood in front of the bedroom window. Dusk has deepened, and there are still a few sunset glows on Lashi Mountain in the distance. To the south, the towering Wenbi Peak looks like a black penholder. Outside the window is a vegetable garden with apple trees growing on the four corners. A yellow hen fluttered its wing feathers across the green vegetable patch and ran towards the wall. The little black dog raised by the landlady was chasing after me, wagging its tail. The chicken coop in the corner was moved to the yard three days ago. The yellow hen flew up to the apple tree, jumped onto the courtyard wall, trotted all the way to the garden gate, and flew into the small courtyard with a swish. The little black dog barked at the garden gate. Xie Guan heard the landlady walking down the stairs from upstairs, which was a wooden staircase with a rattling sound. The door of Xie Guan's bedroom is next to the garden gate. The eldest father walked to the garden gate, coughed, opened the iron buckle, and pushed the garden gate open. The little black dog jumped over the threshold, circled between the eldest father's legs, and bit into the hem of the eldest father's clothes without letting go.