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... ... will there be a chance for us to meet again?”
“That’s hard to say.”
Song You stood at the entrance of the inn. His jujube-red horse was already saddled with luggage, and the swallow perched quietly under the eaves, waiting for him to finish saying goodbye to the innkeeper.
“The mountains are high, the rivers long, and life is short. To have met at all is already rare, why insist on more?”
The innkeeper immediately understood what he meant.
“Safe travel ...
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