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Tang Qing'er straddled Zhang Zhou's neck. She had a windmill in her left hand, and a biscuit in her right. She ate with relish, and Zhang Zhou didn't care if any of the crumbs landed on his head.

Tang Qing'er loved the liveliness. She let Zhang Zhou squeeze into the crowd. Zhang Zhou followed her orders, happy but not tired of it. Gradually, he put some distance between himself and the crowd