Wang Mingzheng was muttering to himself when a fifteen or sixteen-year-old walked towards him. He carried a backpack and had a pair of endearing dimples on his face, radiating youthful energy yet carrying an air of detachment.,Wang Ming rented a small brick house here, less than ten square meters. Although it was small, it had everything you could need in terms of furnishings, of course, these weren't given by the kind landlord.,Wang Ming looked around for the sound and saw a walnut, not too big nor too small, rolling on the ground. That's when he remembered where it had come from.。
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