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One day, there was a beggar standing in front of her stall. When he saw Liu Jiumei, he asked, where is Lu Hui's earth fort? Has his earth fort been built? Liu Jiumei said, "Lu Hui is dead and was burned to death in the old castle." But the beggar said, "Will Lu Hui die? There is a well in the old castle. He will not jump into the ancient well." Liu Jiumei was dumbfounded and felt uncomfortable again. Later, the beggar, just like Lu Hui, leaned against the doorway of the castle, letting the warm sunshine bathe him, and he felt comfortable. Liu Jiumei had seen the beggar for a long time and felt that he looked familiar, as if he was Guangji Niang's husband. That year, when he took away the little tomatoes, Liu Jiumei recognized them. When Liu Jiumei saw the beggar again, he was no stranger to him, as if he was Lu Hui.

The old man got mad. It is a household name in Rock City. Lao Gao is rich. No one knows how much money Lao Gao has. Lao Gao is rich but doesn't show off his wealth. Lao Gao was dressed like a poor man. Now that he is rich, Lao Gao only has two more items: a pair of black-rimmed sunglasses in summer, and a dark red scarf with checkered stripes in winter. Lao Gao's dining habits are typical of those without money. Not many people see what Lao Gao eats. Most of it is what Lao Gao himself says, and not many people can believe it. Lao Gao said, just one egg and a glass of milk in the morning. The eggs were laid by his own chickens. If the chickens don't lay eggs, it would be even easier, just a cup of milk. The Chinese food was simple, consisting of a piece of yam, two pieces of braised pork, three pieces of green vegetables, and four small spoons of seafood-flavored clear soup.

On the day of Li Jing's accident, without any warning, the photographers who were sitting around making tea all stood up and left, patting their butts and leaving. Li Jing was still sitting there blankly. Zhong Huafang said, Teacher Li, go home. Li Jing looked at Zhong Huafang, still staring blankly.

Recently, Tian Sicheng has been itching all over with an image. As soon as he closes his eyes, something will slip in quietly. It is a very smooth thing, so smooth that it seems to be an egg, but it seems not to be an egg. When he reaches out to touch it, he can't feel it at all. Tian Sicheng's hands were stretched out aimlessly. At that time, Tian Sicheng floated, as if he was in the clouds or in the water. In this way, Tian Sicheng seemed to be weightless and could walk and cross freely. The only thing is that Tian Sicheng's hand always stretches out like that. The smooth, soft and shiny thing seemed to be far away from Tian Sicheng, floating freely. Tian Sicheng always realized at this moment that he was dreaming again. When Tian Sicheng woke up, the sun shined through the curtains, and the light made his eyes itch.