A smoke screen rose on the clear blue waves as rain fell, and people seemed to be walking in an ink painting.

When the old people on the bridge met, they all hurriedly made a bright smile.

"Lord Wang."

"Master Lee."

They exchanged greetings but couldn't say a few words, and they each said in their hearts that they were going to see who they wanted to meet, and they left tacitly.

A miserable green teenager stretched his legs

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