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The waiter brought a cup of hot tea and passed the pastries back and forth.

Under the "Ding Ding Ding, Ding Dong Ding, Ding Dong Ding" sound of the drum, a refined scholar, looking lively and full of spirits, sang while talking: "..." Stupid Corner, my brother, and a piece of yellow mud pinch us both: pinch me. He could pinch a life, he could pinch a bed to rest and sleep in