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After "a long period of vigorous years", if you still think that carpenters are just a bunch of gray-faced guys, carrying bamboo baskets containing planers, ink fountains and other tools, hurriedly walking through the crowd, with the sweat of laborers on their faces, then this person must have never been to Qicheng. Because carpenters in this era are the most respected white-collar workers, people who can usually be called carpenters are often invited to appear in important public occasions under various names. Of course, they refuse suits and ties, but wear long-breasted gowns and elegantly deliver various concise speeches. As for the color of the robe, it is actually very particular. The Carpenters Association, the most authoritative non-governmental organization in Suspicion City, has a long-standing rule on this. From yellow to black to gray, it represents three levels of carpenters. People can determine the skill and level of a carpenter just from the color of the robe.

On April 2nd, the weather was surprisingly good, which always makes people want to do something fun. Three boys of about 10 years old were anxiously waiting for the arrival of someone in front of the Xingchen Internet Cafe at Daokou, Sanping City Steel Plant. There is a redbud tree at the entrance of the Internet cafe that has been beaten into disarray by frost. The dry branches on the top pointing ferociously toward the sky are like the hands of an old man without water. What is incompatible with this is that strong green leaves are growing vigorously at the junction of dead branches and trunks, like the vigorous hair of a young man. On the ring road in front of the Internet cafe are cars that can make the air very bad, and men and women wearing random clothes on the sidewalk. Obviously, the three boys were not interested in the messy scenery in front of them.

Turning into a familiar alley, a black shadow like a black iron tower flashed out. Sima Botao, the president of the First Civil Division of the Sanping Court, was slightly startled and couldn't help but straighten his back. When he saw the slightly coquettish figure flashing out from behind the black shadow like a black iron tower, he quickly sorted out the suspicions in his heart, and in a blink of an eye, he had the standard expression of a civil court president. Afterwards, Sima Botao quietly smiled with an unknown meaning under the lights of the old streets and alleys late at night, and said emphatically, "What are you going to do?" President Sima, I have no other intention, I just want you to listen to a story. Listen to a story? It's half past eleven at night. The figure of Black Iron Tower took a step closer, with a somewhat ferocious expression on his bearded face.

Those two demons who caused unrest in the entire universe are dead! I heard that he committed suicide. This is simply a great event that the whole world celebrates! The reborn devil: "..." Hey, I changed the map, it doesn't matter.

Three years later, on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month in 2011, Xu Yimin met a young man he had been looking for for three years on the Dongxin 5th Road Bridge in Sanping City. Of course, by this time Xu Yimin had already retired early due to physical reasons. He became a very poor fisherman, fishing all day long in the Shaxi River that runs through the entire Sanping City from Chengguan to Liedong with little success. Fishing enthusiasts of all ages who were active on the banks of the Shaxi River in Sanping City in 2011 all know this old man who has a melancholy look on his face and looks at passers-by with his thoughtful eyes all day long. No one knows why this strange fisherman can insist on fishing that seems to be no fun for him for a long time, because sometimes when the poor fisherman catches a fish, he does not express joy and still treats the rare harvest with that melancholy expression.