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Shen Qing’s seven bends and turns, finally found the store, but also her luck, today the old woman has not closed.
"The old man, is there any sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" Shen Qingyi whispered to the old man with white hair.
It’s really white, and the old man’s head can’t find a black hair.
The old woman looked up and saw that she was a beautiful girl. The accent was not like the local one. She said with a smile, "Little girl, what I have done today is already bough ...
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