Wait a minute, heroine

Chapter 331 Huh? Young Master...

After the light snow, the weather cleared up, and the Wende Bridge surrounded by white walls and blue tiles was filled with many beautifully dressed ladies and ladies.

The people who live here are all high-ranking officials, and most of the women's families look the same. Coupled with the carefully built streets and mansions, the scenery is very pleasing to the eye.

Ye Jingtang dressed up as an ordinary martial artist and walked slowly along the street. He was still admiring the beautiful scenery on the street. However, after walking a few steps, he found several noble ladies who were hanging out together and cast interested glances at them. He could only change his gaze.

Master Xuanji did not take off her curtain hat. She noticed that the Night Terror Hall was showing an otherworldly appearance and joked:

"Why are you hiding? There are many noble ladies living alone in Wende Bridge, and they are very relaxed. As long as you go up and say hello, you might be served by three or five beauties tonight, and you will be given money in the morning. Why don't you go and give it a try?"

Although Ye Jingtang endured hardships and endured hardships, he still did not dare to earn such hard-earned money that would cost his life. He raised his hand slightly and said:

"Shh, don't talk nonsense, you may ruin a woman's reputation."

"It's just you and me, and no one can hear us."

Master Xuanji came a little closer and continued, "Is it possible that the master is here and I feel embarrassed to talk to you?"

Ye Jingtang shook his head helplessly and did not answer. He looked up at Fan Ji's tailor shop in the center of the street.

The Fan family has many shops outside, but they are all run by apprentices. The main family does not do business, and there is no store in Wende Bridge. From a distance, it is just a house. The ladies of the prince's family usually come to the door. Made to measure.

The weather is good today. There are quite a few ladies and ladies who come to Fan's house to order winter clothes. The door is full of cars and sedans. Some young ladies whose family background is not prominent enough even have to wait in line outside.

When Ye Jingtang saw a lot of girls and young women chatting and laughing happily, he felt a little stressed and asked:

"Shall I go in with Fairy Lu?"

Master Xuanji wanted to let Ye Jingtang help with the selection, but as the emperor's master, he took his apprentice son-in-law to buy underwear. It might not sound good if it spread out, so he said very considerately:

"I'll choose it myself. You can go and buy some medicinal materials for Qinghe."

Ye Jingtang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, took out the banknote from his sleeve and put it in the hand of Master Xuanji:

"You take your time and choose. Then I'll wait for you outside."

Master Xuanji agreed to let Ye Jingtang pay for the new ones, so naturally he was not polite. He collected the banknotes, told the needed medicinal materials, and then turned around and went to Fan's house.

Ye Jingtang watched from the spot. When the beautiful figure in white disappeared from sight, he shook his head and smiled, then turned back and entered the Wang Family Medical Center on the same street.

There are quite a few people wandering around the streets, but in a place like the medical clinic, the business is obviously not affected by the weather, so not many people come to the door.

At noon, the warm sunshine shines in through the doors and windows, leaving mottled light and shadow in the door of the medical hall; several apprentices are pounding medicine in the backyard, making a soft sound of "dong dong dong~", making the hall filled with the fragrance of medicine even more quiet. .

Mrs. Wang, dressed in winter clothes, was leaning on the counter in front of the Baizi cabinet. Instead of shaking the folding fan, she was holding a small incense burner. She was listening carefully to the patient's soft complaints:

"In the first two years of our marriage, if I didn't give it, he would buy jewelry to coax me. Now, it's great. I buy toys, calligraphy and paintings to coax him, but he pretends to be stupid and doesn't touch it once for half a month..."

"Did you stay silent, close your eyes, and do nothing when you consummated your marriage?"

"Well... I am a daughter, what else can I do?"

"Oh~ I'll teach you. You can go to Fan's shop later..."

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I was strolling in the Ye Jing Hall, and when I walked to the door and heard this chat, I suddenly realized that my pure and lovely Luo Nuxia was actually led astray by Mrs. Wang...

Thinking of this, Ye Jingtang couldn't help but show admiration in his eyes.

The admiration is not to thank Mrs. Wang for bringing up Wai Ning'er, but to the young ladies from scholarly families. Most of them are unaware of their interests and are too shy to ask outsiders. As an official, the husband is not allowed to mention these fancy tricks. Once the novelty wears off, the couple will naturally Became a stranger.

As a doctor, Mrs. Wang carefully guided these unattractive things. It seemed that she was not doing her job properly and did not cure the disease, but invisibly, she continued the relationship of many couples and cut off the incurable disease of "disease originating from the heart" in advance. This For Ye Jingtang, isn't it the saying that 'a good fighter does not have great achievements, and a good doctor does not have a brilliant name'?

Ye Jingtang stopped in front of the door, not wanting to disturb the young woman who came to seek medical advice from Mrs. Wang.

But the man suddenly appeared at the door. Mrs. Wang stopped talking and her eyes lit up. The young woman looked back, her face turned red, and she left the hospital through the side door with a few bags of medicine.

The night terror hall disturbed someone's medical practice. I was embarrassed, so I cupped my hands when I entered the door and said:

"Mrs. Wang."

When Mrs. Wang faced the male patient, her demeanor was much more serious. She put down the incense burner and bowed with a smile on her face:

"At night, the Duke of the Kingdom is coming, and I am missing to welcome you from afar..."

"Oh, Mrs. Wang is too polite. If you don't mind, just call me Young Hero as before."

"Haha~"

Mrs. Wang did not expect Ye Jingtang to come over. She looked up and down first, and then asked:

"I heard that Mr. Ye was injured when he went out, but he came to visit Dr. Wang?"

Ye Jingtang came to the counter, shook his head and said: "The injury is not serious. He has basically recovered. I don't dare to trouble Dr. Wang to make a fuss. I came here to buy some medicinal materials and take them home to prepare."

Because there were about thirty kinds of medicinal materials to be purchased, it was difficult to memorize them orally, so Ye Jingtang took the writing paper and pen from the counter and wrote down what he needed.

Mrs. Wang waited nearby, also observing Ye Jingtang's complexion, and asked after thinking about it:

"I haven't seen Miss Ning'er for more than two months. Is she not in the capital?"

"Yes, I went to Jiangzhou with my close friend to visit relatives. I should be back before the end of the year."

"Oh... Mr. Ye's body is unusual. He needs to be recuperated from time to time. Miss Ning'er is gone. Isn't it just Miss Pei's third daughter who is waiting for you?"

"..."

Ye Jingtang opened his mouth. It was not easy to respond to this, but he couldn't hide it from the doctor. Thinking about it, he could only laugh:

"There is a doctor by my side who is always keeping an eye on me, so there are no problems at the moment."

Ye Jingtang looks cold and upright, and acts decisively and strictly abides by the right path. If he is not a girl he is particularly close to, his first impression will definitely be that of a cold and arrogant gentleman who behaves steadily and does not value women and money.

Mrs. Wang looked at her for a moment, a little worried that Sanniang was not sensible, and the Night Terror Hall did not take the initiative, causing her body to not recover properly.

But as a woman, it is difficult to tell this fact to a man.

Mrs. Wang was thinking about whether she should inform Prince Jing and let Prince Jing deliver it on his behalf. Suddenly, on the street outside the hospital, there was the sound of drums, from far to near:

Gulu gulu~

"Miss, it seems to be right here."

"Xinglin Saint Hand...that's a good word..."

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Ye Jingtang's ears twitched slightly, and he didn't think it was like the sound of wheels, so he stopped writing and looked back.

The sun was warm outside the door, and two maids from a wealthy family could be seen passing by, talking and whispering on the roadside, looking to the left side of the hospital.

Soon after, two shadows, one tall and one short, appeared on the window and quickly moved to the door.

Behind her is a slender maid, wearing a double bun, aqua green winter skirt, and skirt-pressing beads hanging around her waist. She looks more noble than ordinary ladies.

The maid is pushing a wheelchair with both hands. Although it is made of wood, the wood and workmanship are not ordinary. It is also carved with landscape patterns, and the backrest of the seat is covered with white mink velvet. The overall look is stable and comfortable.

The young lady sitting on the wheelchair looks to be at least seventeen or eighteen. She is wearing a dark purple skirt, which is still a gradient color. Her upper body is pure white, and the color of the skirt gradually darkens to dark purple. It is embellished with auspicious cloud patterns. She looks like a girl. The ink painting is very beautiful but not overt, very elegant.

The lady looks like she comes from a scholarly family, with a strong bookish air, her eyebrows are like light paintings of distant mountains, her lips are like crimson beads, her long black hair is only tied diagonally behind her head with a wooden hairpin, and the rest is draped on her back. At first glance, It's not stunning, but if you look closely, it's like a cup of tea. The bookish charm in your bones makes people more and more addicted to it, and even makes you feel ashamed.

Ye Jingtang looked back and looked at the wheelchair he was sitting on. Since it was not easy to have too much eye contact with women, he put down his pen, walked to the right side of the hall, and took care of the various old things that were put out for purchase. Wild ginseng:

"Mrs. Wang is busy first, I'm not in a hurry."

Mrs. Wang must have good eyesight. With just one glance, she could tell that the girl outside the door was not from Wendeqiao, but her background was definitely not bad. She walked out of the counter immediately and asked with concern in her eyes:

"What happened to the girl's legs?"

The young lady outside the door, with impeccable manners, slowly stood up from her wheelchair, stood upright like a normal person, and then gave a slight salute:

"The little girl Hua Qingzhi is from the north. She practiced martial arts when she was young. When she was learning, something went wrong and she injured her muscles and bones. She visited countless famous experts and they all suggested that the little girl come to Yun'an to visit Dr. Wang, so..."

When Mrs. Wang heard this, her heart skipped a beat.

Doctors outside will most likely recommend more powerful famous doctors if they cannot cure the disease, and the most famous doctor in the world is Dr. Wang. All the famous doctors will directly recommend this. It can only be said to be an incurable disease.

The old doctor Wang didn't know any magical skills. If there was a cure, he would be able to cure it. If there was no cure, there was nothing he could do. In the end, he basically suggested that he go to the various tribes in the West Sea and let those old witch doctors become live doctors.

When Mrs. Wang saw that such a smart girl had caused such a catastrophe at such a young age, she naturally felt pity. She first held her wrist and checked her pulse, only to find that her body's Qi pulse was blocked.

Wufu's Qi pulse was interrupted, but he could still rely on the Snow Lake Flower to renew it, but the young lady in front of him had her Qi pulse completely messed up and still blocked. Mrs. Wang had never seen such a condition in her entire life.

Mrs. Wang frowned, seeing how difficult it was for the girl to stand upright, so she held her arms to help her sit down, and then pushed the wheelchair up the specially built ramp on the side of the steps:

"This situation is really troublesome. I don't want to talk nonsense. It's cold outside. Go in and sit down first. I'll ask Mrs. Wang to see you later."

Hua Qingzhi has seen many doctors and knows that there is no cure for this disease. She has long been pessimistic about it. She just stopped by to try her luck. She smiled and said:

"Madam, you don't have to worry so much. My daily life is fine. I can live to be fifty or sixty years old. I'm lucky to be able to sit and travel openly."

"Alas~"

Mrs. Wang has come into contact with many patients, and she sighed even more when she heard this. She knew that this poor girl had given up hope. She had no choice but to stay optimistic. She had to face reality with tenacity and optimism.

Gulu gulu~

Mrs. Wang pushed Hua Qingzhi into the hall of the medical center and put a hand-warming incense burner in her hand.

The tall maid who was following behind her looked at the side of the hall. The man dressed as an ordinary martial artist felt a bit familiar, but he was so handsome that she couldn't think about it carefully. When she noticed that the man was looking over from the corner of her eye, she quickly turned her head. , pretending to be gentle and quiet.

Hua Qingzhi was pushed to the counter, chatting softly with Mrs. Wang. The apprentice ran to the back to inform Mrs. Wang, but his eyes never showed the slightest interest in the handsome man standing in the corner of the hall.

But after saying a few words, Hua Qingzhi's eyes were suddenly attracted by something. She placed the incense burner on the counter, picked up the half-written piece of paper next to it and looked at it, and nodded slightly:

"Wu Shen Zhao Gu, Yang Jin Shao Yun, this word is really special. May I ask Mrs. Wang, who wrote this?"

Mrs. Wang had just been admiring Ye Jingtang's appearance, and really didn't pay attention to anything else. At this time, Miss Hua brought it up and lowered her head to look at it. At this time, she saw, what a guy!

Zhengya's crisp calligraphy looks simple, but the twists and turns are well-organized and natural. If Miss Hua hadn't mentioned the four calligraphy masters, she wouldn't have been able to tell which school this calligraphy came from.

Although Mrs. Wang is not good at calligraphy, she is well-informed and thinks that this word, even the Wende Bridge of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, would probably be in the top ten. If she hadn't seen the writing of Ye Jingtang with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it to death. This is something Wu Kui can write.

Mrs. Wang looked at it blankly for a moment, and then subconsciously looked at the Night Terror Hall. She wanted to ask, but she felt that it was not appropriate for outsiders to be present.

Hua Qingzhi naturally turned her attention to the handsome young man in black on the side of the hall. Her eyes were obviously more surprised than before, and she said:

"Did the young master write this character?"

Ye Jingtang was originally looking at Laoshan Ginseng, but when he heard the scholarly lady behind him, he just glanced at her and figured out the doorway, which made her feel embarrassed.

After all, he had been busy for a while yesterday, and under the guidance of Da Benben, he copied here and there and cobbled together a set of fonts that looked cool. Da Benben even patted his chest and promised that the whole capital could see it. There will be no more than one hand in the doorway.

The result was great. When he took it out and used it for the first time today, a passerby saw through his underwear.

Benben is indeed unreliable...

When Ye Jingtang saw Miss Nahua asking a question, he pretended not to hear it. He walked slowly to the counter and said with a smile:

"The girl has a good eye. I am just a martial artist. In order to maintain my appearance, I often copy the works of the four great masters. I didn't expect that the girl can tell the secret at a glance."

Hua Qingzhi probably felt that it was impolite to speak while sitting, so she stood up in her wheelchair, bowed, then sat down and said:

"Young Master is too self-effacing. The literati in the world all copy the calligraphy of the four major families. If you can learn the charm of one family, you can be a good example to others. It is the first time in this little girl's life that a talented person like the Young Master can combine the strengths of the four major families into one." .

"With such a skill, if you just take one step forward, you will become a famous calligrapher who founded a sect of calligraphy. Young master is still so young, it is not impossible to become a contemporary calligrapher..."

Night Terror Hall has no soul of its own, and the words and ink that should be left behind are all taught by Benben. It is far from being extraordinary and becoming a saint. However, seeing that the young lady did not accuse him of piecing everything together, I was secretly relieved:

"Girl, you are overrated. There are countless people in the world who are imitators, but there are only a few who can come up with their own style. I am not just a little more like others than others, but I am still far behind everyone in the past."

Hua Qingzhi is very talented and knowledgeable, and her eyesight is naturally good. She understands that ordinary people, even if they hold a pen at the age of three and work tirelessly every day, cannot produce this kind of effect.

After all, it is not difficult to be like one family, but to combine the strengths of the four families into one, it depends purely on talent. If a normal person comes like this, they will definitely not have enough pig brains to write a four-dimensional resemblance.

Seeing that the handsome young master in front of her was so humble, Hua Qingzhi smiled and said:

"Young Master has such a talent, it is only a matter of time before he walks his own path. I wonder what position the Young Master currently holds? Are there any other works that exist?"

The words "Ye Jing Tang" were written by my own hand, so I was naturally happy to be praised by the girl. However, the pretentious scholar felt guilty, and he gestured to the saber on his waist:

"I am indeed a martial artist. I am currently working as a police officer in the Yamen. I don't usually interact with literati. Mrs. Wang knows that if the girl wants to discuss music, chess, calligraphy and painting with me, she is really not qualified."

Mrs. Wang knew how outrageous Ye Jingtang's resume was, and telling her would probably make this young lady lose all thought of. Maybe she was afraid that Miss Hua would feel dejected when she realized that she couldn't reach such a high level, so she followed the words and said:

"Indeed, this young master only came to the capital in April. He is currently working as an official in a government office and is not very good at writing."

Hua Qingzhi was obviously a lover of talents. When she found out that a young man with such outstanding talent could only serve as a police officer in the Wei Dynasty, she naturally felt unfair for him and frowned:

"Practice in martial arts is nothing more than guarding the three feet in front of you. Only by studying can you govern the world and open up the balance of the world. You have such a talent. If you advance to be able to open up borders and rule the world with literary skills and martial arts, but if you retreat, you will be able to leave a literary crown and leave a name in history. How can you be willing to degenerate and join the ninth class? Martial Arts?"

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When Mrs. Wang heard this, her expression froze slightly, and she secretly thought something was wrong.

Because there is no threshold required for a police officer, he is regarded as a non-staff bastard who helps the government. Serious people would not do this job at all, and he is indeed considered to be in the lower ranks.

Although the purpose of this young lady is to persuade Ye Jingtang, a brilliant and talented man, not to engage in low-rate activities, but to study hard and follow the right path.

But in front of the King of Hell in the Black Yamen, he was obviously a bit suicidal.

If Master Ye gets angry and seizes the girl with a small leather whip in the black yamen dungeon to teach her the rules, I am afraid not many people in Wende Bridge can stop her.

Mrs. Wang saw something was wrong and wanted to smooth things over, but Ye Jingtang in front of the counter raised her hand slightly to stop her.

He was an escort from Ye Jingtang and was not that petty. He just responded calmly:

"A chivalrous man uses martial arts to break the law, and a Confucian scholar uses literature to disrupt the law. If the heart is not right, both civil and military affairs are despicable professions. Some people are good at martial arts, so they lick blood from the front; some people are good at literature, so they strategize in the rear. Each of them performs his or her own duties. , there is no distinction between high and low, and without anyone, the country cannot be a country. The girl thinks that practicing martial arts cannot be of great use, and only by studying can one make achievements. Her idea is too narrow. "

Hua Qingzhi disagreed with this and argued:

"Everyone knows righteousness, but the position that a scholar can reach in the court is indeed higher than that of a martial artist. I am not belittling martial artists. I just think that the young master is such a great talent, and practicing martial arts is too much for his talents. If you focus on literature and study literature To be a martial artist, your future achievements will definitely be higher than being a martial artist who only knows how to wield a sword and a stick..."

Ye Jingtang felt that this young lady was a bit stubborn, as if she was preaching, so he said tactfully:

"People can be arrogant in their hearts, but they still have to be cautious in their words and deeds externally. I have been practicing martial arts for eighteen years, and I can be considered to have achieved some achievements, but I think that my experience is still shallow and I have not yet fully understood martial arts. I never dare to easily persuade others to abandon their writing skills and join the army.

"The same principle applies to giving up martial arts and following literature. If a well-educated Confucian scholar advised me to give up martial arts and follow literature, I might seriously consider it. But the girl may not be as old as me in age. She has not even finished reading the book, so she came to persuade me to return from my lost ways. , how can I believe that the girl is pointing the right way?"

This means that Hua Qingzhi is young and not qualified to guide others.

The maid Lu Zhu behind her had a strange look in her eyes when she heard these words. She subconsciously stood up a little straighter, feeling that this handsome young man had been shot.

Her young lady is the most talented woman in Yanjing, and she has been teaching in the academy since she was a student. Famous teachers and scholars do not dare to act like elders when they see her. How can she not be qualified to guide young people?

When Beiliang came here this time, he wanted to find a way to bring something back, and this handsome young man, who had just arrived in the capital, was very talented and held a low position, so he was obviously a treasure from the sea.

If you can impress him with your talent and let him be used by Beiliang, Emperor Liang will probably smile from ear to ear when he sees it.

When the maid thought about this, she didn't even need the young lady to say anything herself, so she interjected:

"My young lady has studied hard since she was a child. She has read all the famous works in the world and written countless poems. Although she is young, her knowledge is not inferior to that of the famous Confucian scholars in Yun'an. If you don't believe me, you can ask questions freely. If my young lady cannot answer, you will consider yourself ignorant. , offended the young master."

Although Hua Qingzhi didn't speak, she sat in the wheelchair with her back straight and a smile on her face, obviously agreeing with the maid's statement.

Ye Jingtang blinked and felt that these two unfamiliar ladies and maids might be people who came with the Beiliang delegation.

After all, such a loud tone must have some real ability, and Mrs. Wang must have heard of all the capable ladies in Yunzhou.

Ye Jingtang looked at Hua Qingzhi, considered it for a moment, and nodded:

"I don't read much, but I still remember a few things. Since the girl has 'read all the famous works in the world,' I will test her to see if this is true. How much does the girl know about the literary works in Beiliang?"

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The maid felt a little embarrassed when she saw this handsome scholar hitting the muzzle of his gun. She smiled and said:

"In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, as long as it is a masterpiece, the young lady knows it by heart, and the young master can ask questions at will."

"I have heard a poem that was written by a civil servant before the Kingdom of Northwest Royal Court was destroyed. If the girl can tell her name, I will guide her from now on. How about that?"

Hua Qingzhi frowned slightly, feeling that this test question was quite difficult, but she still nodded:

"After the Northwest Royal Court destroyed the country, some officials moved into the Northern Liang court, and their collections of works have been preserved. As long as they are poems that are pleasing to the eye, I understand them."

Ye Jingtang saw that this Beiliang girl was so crazy, so he didn't say much. He turned over the paper with the medicinal materials and wrote a few lines on the back with a pen.

swish swish...

After finishing the eloquent writing, Ye Jingtang put down the brush, pushed the paper along the counter to Hua Qingzhi, turned around and walked towards the door of the hall, and hugged his fists:

"Farewell."

Tap tap tap...

The footsteps faded away.

"Eh?"

The maid was confused and looked back:

"Why is he gone?"

Hua Qingzhi was also a little confused. She took the paper from the counter and saw four lines of handwriting written on it like silver hooks and iron paintings:

The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy.

Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City.

The snow is dark, the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums.

It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.

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Hua Qingzhi's cheeks, which had always been calm and calm, obviously changed a bit. First her eyes dilated, then she got closer and took a closer look, and then looked back at the door. She wanted to get up, but she was too anxious to stand up, so she said anxiously:

"Eh? Young Master?... Luzhu, go and chase him."

The maid didn't even understand what was going on. After hearing this, she quickly ran out to catch up, but there was no one anywhere on the street.

Mrs. Wang was stunned and felt that it was fortunate that she was not young anymore. If she were seventeen or eighteen years old and was tortured like this by Mr. Ye, she would never be able to sleep well again in her life.

Seeing Miss Hua anxiously looking outside, she said:

"Girl, do you know who wrote this poem?"

"..."

How could Hua Qingzhi know the details of this poem if she had learned a lot about it? She thought about it and said:

"I really don't know... is he angry? I just think that he is very talented and will be more successful if he abandons martial arts and pursues literature. He wrote, 'I would rather be a centurion than a scholar.' He is so angry..."

Mrs. Wang comforted her: "Don't think so much. This young man is a nice person, but he is already married. It is not good for him to have too many entanglements with a strange daughter's family. He just left after writing. How can he really get angry."

Hua Qingzhi felt that the young master was offended by her arrogant words and deeds, so she thought about it and asked again:

"Madam, what is the name of this young man? Where does he live? I was ignorant and arrogant just now. I should come to apologize..."

The Night Terror Hall didn't reveal anything, so how could Mrs. Wang dare to talk nonsense? It seemed a bit wrong:

"I'm just a police officer from the yamen. I occasionally come here to buy some medicine. I don't know much about the rest. Well... the capital city is a land of crouching tigers, hidden dragons. There are eight if not ten young talents like this. Girl, don't be alone in the future. If you rely on someone so much, you may end up paying for yourself if you encounter someone with bad intentions."

Hua Qingzhi came to Yun'an for the first time. Although she knew about the capital city of Wei Dynasty and was sure of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, it was beyond her acceptance to run into such an outrageous person when she was out walking. She didn't believe that there were ten or eight people at all. statement.

Hua Qingzhi took the paper, looked at the door for a moment, and asked:

"Have you found anyone?"

"He turned around and disappeared... Are the poems written by that handsome young man rare? Miss, haven't you heard of them?"

"look by youself."

"The beacon light... Oh my God! I'll go look for it on the street again..."

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