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"Alone I drink till I'm drunk;
Drunk, I pair with a beauty as my double;
With eyes only for each other;
I only wish that one day we'll return together;
I gently support the tender lady as she plays the qin;
Swallows play happily in my purple bamboo forest..."
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The rhythmic shouts of rap resounded, appearing at this moment, it was so grating on the ears;
Veteran audience members, worshipped by the lay audience in daily circles, who would respectfully and fearfully address them as "adults" upon meeting;
However, at this time, in this place, the title of adult suddenly became very cheap, even somewhat trashy, like old newspapers in a wholesale market, collected by the pound.
One by one the veterans were dying, those who were once like demons now seemed no different from common people; their identities, their statuses, everything about them, at this time, became exceptionally cheap.
