Don't Talk to Me, You Country Bumpkin Without Dark Spots.

Easily cultivate immortality, be ridiculous, have a strange brain circuit, hilarious famous scenes, don't suffer losses, don't abuse the master, and have endless joy throughout the book. In our place The dirtier the face, the more spots, and the nobler and healthier the face. Your skin is smooth and white Here you will only be looked down upon with cold eyes and regarded as an alien who harbors filth and accepts illness. The superiority of local people is engraved in their bones I disdain the company of clean faces and avoid them for fear of not being able to do so Over time, a cold rule was left behind Don't talk to me, you country bumpkin without dark spots. Outsiders only think it is absurd but can never understand it. When did this land boundary begin? Good and bad are reversed, black and white are indistinguishable