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I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turned out that it was not the same as a young man traveling. Ignite the light of the soul and make a break with the cloned self. Lu Mingfei, who was on the verge of death, was half asleep and half awake, and suddenly thought of that summer when he was young and ignorant, with the sound of cicadas chirping, the white words on the blackboard, and the blackboard. Sadly, there is no going back to that. Hard, cold, shaking... Lu Mingfei was not among them. ---------- Good news, a group to support readers' righteous torture has been established, 696806912 Bad news, it's all insiders