NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 48 Newborn
Snow kept falling.
Li Wan was galloping in the cold night, but from time to time he restrained the reins and looked back, the outline of the city wall gradually disappeared from sight.
She only stayed for less than four months, and she was a little uncomfortable with the world outside the lonely city.
Soul shadows are light like catkins, fluttering in the wind.
Li Wan was deeply saddened, and he should not have told him the news of Qin Carpenter's death.
"Can you carry me?"
A hoarse and tired voice came from the front of the horse, and the figure turned into a mist, attached to the body of the blood sword.
The sword was put into the box, Li Wan silently carried two sword boxes on his back, and the horse galloped in the yellow sand.
She has a lot to ask.
Since you can possess the blood sword, can you really try to seize the body?
Reluctance to show up, because you don't want to accept the honor you deserve, or because you're afraid of the guilt of the people who see you?
Her emotions were complicated, and she only asked in a low voice:
"Will you come back?"
"Yes, Qiuci City is my home." Gu Changan whispered, and the sword box returned to a long silence.
Li Wan didn't speak anymore, Qiju was fast, she actually wanted to slow down and let Gu Changan see the scenery along the way, but she was afraid that it would be too late.
After traversing the desert of ten thousand miles for seven days, there are no barbarians in the Western Regions, and they all fled in the battle. In the past, the great masters of the Central Plains were all in danger, but now ordinary practitioners can come and go freely.
The Yumen Pass, the flag of the Central Plains is buzzing, and the pillar of shame that has been in the hearts of the Chinese nation for decades has become a triumphal pass!
A long wall was built at the pass, and hundreds of soldiers patrolled the beacon tower with guns and halberds.
The empress changed her face, and she forged the road sign for a long time. The guards at the checkpoint took over the careful investigation, and finally asked in a deep voice:
"You came from the extreme west, should you pass through Qiuci City?"
The soldier's face was dark, and his mouth and nose were also chapped due to the wind and sand. When he asked this sentence, his eyes were full of anticipation.
"Yeah." Li Wan nodded.
"And then?" the soldier asked anxiously.
"I saw the shadow of the city's head, and it didn't disperse."
"That's good, that's good." The soldiers showed a simple and honest smile, then waved their arms and left, "Go!"
The Empress rode away on horseback and murmured in an inaudible voice:
"Welcome home."
There was no echo from the sword box, but she knew that Gu Changan was looking at the land of Shenzhou.
...
At the end of November, Guanzhong Lantian County Official Post is only forty miles away from Chang'an City.
There was a heavy rain, and the queen held the sword box and watched the misty rain curtain. Under the eaves, the sound of the water curtain flowing down the tiles into the ditch could be heard ticking.
She hated this kind of sound, it seemed to be like the missing clock of the Golden Palace, constantly reminding her that time was passing.
The mist in the box was already weak like a candle before the wind.
Many passers-by covered their heads with their hands and ran into the eaves to avoid the rain, and some rivers and lakes rangers talked eloquently.
Suddenly there was a roar of thunder, and lightning came one after another, and the rain curtain flew like silver snakes.
A long river flows through the heavy sky, and the majestic air machine rubs and stirs between the rules of heaven and earth, glowing with gorgeous colors.
Awe-inspiring, upright and bright!
From Jiangnan Road, cross the Guanzhong Plain and arrive at Yanmen Pass of the Great Wall!
The people hiding from the rain under the eaves were stunned, and their eyes were full of shock.
"The master of the academy has opened the Banzhutianmen..." A swordsman could not restrain his excitement and shouted up to the sky:
"Congratulations to China's first land fairy."
"This is an omen of our Central Plains nation's prosperity, and we will cut through the thorns of the road ahead with awe-inspiring righteousness!"
Everyone's heart was surging, and the silent river was like the low roar of a dragon taking off.
Without the abyss, without the experience of our predecessors, we Chinese people can try to open the gate of heaven with our own efforts!
"Congratulations..." The Empress twitched the corners of her mouth, and this scene eased her depression and pain for days.
The academy master succeeded in one fell swoop.
The birth of land gods in the Central Plains does not represent the balance of top combat power. More importantly, it proves that even if there is no Tiandao scroll, it can still stand at the top.
In the new era, the Chinese nation has fallen behind, and there is no majestic physique under the power of heaven and earth, nor the magic weapon that emerges endlessly from the abyss.
If you fall behind you will be beaten.
But the Central Plains will surely be able to catch up!
"If he's still alive..." A lady was stunned.
The exciting atmosphere under the eaves came to an abrupt end, and everyone was downcast.
The Great River is not the most shocking scene they have ever seen, remember it was an ordinary evening.
The sword of colorful national fortune hangs the corpse of the barbarian saint and circles the land of China!
Unforgettable, deeply imprinted in my heart.
If Gu Changan hadn't become a lonely soul, he would have the talent to shake Kunlun, even more brilliant than the vision of the academy master.
If the Central Plains knew about the Gucheng earlier, if it hadn't deceived the flag, if the white-haired red robe stood in the sunshine of Chang'an City, that would be the most exciting day in the Central Plains!
Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.
"The situation is extremely difficult. Since Gu Changan wrote the shameful songs of the Central Plains, we haven't heard the good news. Today, congratulations to the master of the academy for his promotion to the land god, and it's a big deal!"
A businessman with a bulging forehead like an old birthday star laughed happily, and took out a pot of apricot wine from the cart.
Can be handed over, but no one is willing to accept.
Suddenly mentioning that man, no matter how excited the heart is, it will become sad, where can you drink and have fun.
"Heavenly Dao scrolls Gu Mangou and calls it a new world. Although the master is a terrestrial immortal, he is also within the order of heaven. It is hard to imagine that he can overturn the abyss."
"The sky net is sparse but not leaking, but only the fish that slip through the net can overturn the river and the sea and smash the order. It is the righteousness of the nation that killed the guardian of the old world. Pindao would rather lose the battle of the Western Regions and lose the Northwest in the Central Plains, rather than caring about the hero's body. To die, this is a very wrong decision!
"
A Taoist priest holding a whisk looked sad. Of course, he knew that Gu Yingying had saved hundreds of thousands of families, but in the long run, it must be the tragedy of the Central Plains!
"Yes, this suffering can be completely avoided. It is the entire nation who buried Gu Yingying with their own hands!"
"You guys..." The merchant's arm froze in the air, showing a bitter smile, and sighed:
"I not only participated in the transportation of grain in the Western Regions, but also witnessed Gu Yingying with my own eyes."
"Dong Dongdong's drums shook the sky and the earth, the million heroes were silent, and a ghostly figure stood tall at the top of the city. At that time, my heart stopped. It was an unparalleled scene."
Everyone held their breaths, that should also be the loneliest scene.
"I feel guilty like countless people from the Central Plains, but seeing the smile on Gu Yingxiong's black mist condensed face, I slowly began to understand."
"He doesn't need the nation to indulge in pain at all. He doesn't want to see common people's faces full of sadness when they mention the name Gu Changan."
Perhaps because he was worried that his shallow analysis would make everyone laugh, the merchant showed an embarrassed smile as he spoke.
Everyone's faces were complicated, and they took over the apricot flower wine from the merchants one after another, and paid the wine after thanking them.
"Have you heard the prophecy of the barbarian wizard Horades?" The swordsman changed the subject and talked about the rumors that have been raging recently.
The merchant nodded in agreement:
"It is said that the willpower of our nation will usher in a surge, seven times more than the last time, the rumors are well-intentioned."
"Is it the Master of the Academy knocking on the gate of heaven?" The Ranger was dubious.
The swordsman was silent, obviously not.
There were two moments when his blood boiled, and two times when he desperately wanted to bite the savage dog immediately.
The first is to learn that the lonely city of thousands of miles has stood for sixty-three years, slaughtering thousands of troops with one sword and one sword, and defending the territory of China by oneself.
The second is to transform the mountains and rivers of Guixiong Town!
Tell the Central Plains in a way of subverting cognition, even if he dies, he will not change his obsession to protect the country.
These two times are the strength of the national will, both because of that man.
Besides him, who else can make the Central Plains break out again?
But he has...
"The barbarians are probably brewing a conspiracy." The swordsman sighed.
It must be a rumor that the Holy City deliberately released. Even if there is a prophecy, if the abyss wants to hide it, how can the outside world know it?
The reasons for this can even be pondered by ordinary people.
The expectation is so great, the disappointment will be so great!
The prophecy spread all over the Central Plains like locusts passing through the border, and the people were hooked, and they were all praying that the prophecy would come true. When nothing happened, they would suffer heavy blows.
The barbarians just want to disintegrate the resistance of the Central Plains nation, ten times the territorial gap, ten times the population gap, if not for the support of the Central Plains, most of them may be occupied by now.
So confidence is crucial.
The heavy rain stopped, and Li Wan took the unicorn tied to the post and galloped in the drizzle.
She knew Horades' prophecy better than anyone else.
Yi Jiangnan, who was cultivating in the castle, sent back a secret letter, and he was very sure that the wizard paid the price of his life in order to calculate this prophecy.
skyrocketed sevenfold.
She hoped that the prophecy would come true, and she hoped that it was still a miracle created by Gu Changan, but the mist that was blown away by the wind kept reminding her all the time.
Going soon.
...
...
After the rain, the sky was clear, and a towering blue-yellow city wall appeared in the distance. Under the sunshine, the upper edge of the big city glowed with golden light, as if an invisible goldsmith poured thick molten gold for the two thousand-year-old ancient city.
"You still don't want to show your face." Li Wan lowered her eyes. She hoped to welcome Gu Changan back to her hometown with the most solemn ceremony.
instead of hiding in a sword case.
"There are many children in Chang'an City, don't leave a shadow on them with my ghostly appearance."
Li Wan was silent after hearing the words, and walked into Chang'an City, which was so familiar.
The plum blossoms on both sides of the long street are waiting to be released, and the rest of the tree trunks are bare and lifeless.
If it is spring, as long as the entrance to the city is empty, it will be full of kapok bauhinia, gardenia peony and various unnamed flowers, that is the most beautiful period of the year in Chang'an City.
It seems that in his life, he is not allowed to see perfect and beautiful things.
"Slow down." Gu Changan whispered.
Li Wan carried the sword box on his back and walked aimlessly on the bustling long street.
The fragrant stalls of biscuits, wontons and chicken soup hoto fill the market with the sound of one after another.
The people in the market, the tourists are like weaving, the fish and dragons are mixed, and there is a peaceful scene.
"Let's go, take me to meet relatives." After walking for half an hour, Gu Changan suddenly spoke.
"See Aunt Guo first and see if she's doing well."
Li Wan nodded. It was Mrs. Guo's daughter. She walked along Suzaku Long Street and entered the alley of Anyifang. After turning around for an incense stick, there were a few yellow dogs lying down and dozing off in the alley outside Guofu.
Her expression instantly paled, like paper money drifting in the wind.
The mansion's lanterns were changed to white, the soul-calling banners blew loudly, and a long, heart-breaking voice came from the Taoist priest in the mourning hall:
"Return of the soul..."
Li Wan walked into the mourning hall in a hurry. Some relatives in the partial room were guarding the coffin, and people were offering incense one after another.
Gu Chang'an was numb, but just felt tired.
"Why did he die?" Li Wan stared blankly at a woman wearing a filial piety.
The woman handed over a stick of incense and said in a mournful voice:
"The wish to return to her hometown has been fulfilled. She said that she had no more rush in her life, so... she committed suicide by drinking poisonous wine."
"It's only been a few days of blessings, and I'm going to die, leaving us poor people behind."
Maybe it's not the person in the coffin who mourns, but herself.
The husband went through the genealogy to get a little relationship. Anxi's identity is very respected by the court. Thinking of getting rich, how can you know that the old woman can't think of it.
"No rushing... no rushing." Li Wan muttered to himself, always feeling that this coffin was too cruel to Gu Changan.
"Yeah, she said that apart from burning corpses and cooking, she doesn't know anything about the rest. She cooks a bunch of dishes in the house all day, madly saying Chang'an, eat quickly. Before she died, she kept saying sorry, sorry."
"She knows that as soon as she leaves, I'm sorry for our relatives."
The woman babbled, as if full of resentment.
After Li Wanjingxiang turned around and left, she asked in a low voice in a remote alley:
"Do you mean sorry for you?"
"Yes." Gu Changan smiled, perhaps speaking could relieve the pain, and he rarely opened the chatterbox.
"I was delivered by Aunt Guo. My mother had a difficult labor. Before she died, she begged to strangle her child."
"It's a boy. My mother didn't want to see me die in battle, so I thought that my mother and I would die together."
"Aunt Guo left with a swaddle in her arms. She felt that if there was a boy in the lonely city, there would be more hope for defending the city."
Li Wan's heart clenched tightly, and her eyes were red.
"You must think who told me about this, but it's not, I saw it with my own eyes."
"I watched my mother die in childbirth and couldn't do anything. People often say that a child born that doesn't cry is a monster. I cried a lot because I watched my mother pass away."
"How sad, isn't it?"
Gu Changan laughed hysterically, and the strange sound of the sword box caused the old yellow dog to bark vigilantly.
This was the most unbearable past, and he hated the self-consciousness he was born with.
Just because she clearly remembered how Aunt Guo took good care of herself, seeing her lying quietly in the coffin, boundless pain swept over.
Li Wan's blood seemed to be stagnating in a canyon with nowhere to go. Her pale skin suddenly oozes out dripping cold sweat. She struggled to breathe with her mouth open, and she still felt that her heart was pressing on a rock.
The most cruel torture in the world is nothing but this!
"Take you to visit Xiao Luoyang." She forced a smile.
Suddenly I felt that soul annihilation might be the real liberation. One day in the world, the memory of the past will continue to invade, and it will not be forgotten or sealed.
...
Chang'an Academy.
A dark-skinned child wearing a small jacket with a pair of fronts was sitting upright. He was much thinner than his peers, so he sat in the front row of the bookstore.
"Mu Luoyang, take the test and teach you."
"The Master said: "Quality is better than literature and wildness, literature is better than quality, history is better, and gentleness is gentle, and then the gentleman, which one of the Analects of Confucius comes from?"
The Confucian master wearing a bamboo crown looked at the dark child.
Xiao Luoyang stood up suddenly, babbled for a while, and finally blushed and said:
"Master, I'm too stupid."
Cheerful laughter came from the bookstore.
"What are you laughing at?" The Confucian master looked around the children with a stern face, and then said sternly:
"Hand out!"
Picking up the ruler, he gently greeted Xiao Luoyang's palm a few times, it was just a symbolic punishment.
He knows the origin of the child, so he usually takes care of him.
"From "The Analects of Confucius, Yongye", it means that only with a balance of literary grace and simple character can one become a true gentleman."
"Sit down."
Confucian teachers teach earnestly.
"I see." Xiao Luoyang nodded and sat down.
When the bell rang after class, the Confucian master handed over the notes to Mu Luoyang and told him to leave.
Xiao Luoyang took out an egg from the cloth bag, tapped lightly on the corner of the table a few times, then peeled off the egg shell and put the egg in his mouth.
He looked at the scroll with his eyes and chewed slowly in his mouth.
"Ba Lao, Mu Luoyang Township, treat eggs as treasures." The child behind him stuck his head out and made a face.
Little Luoyang turned a blind eye and slowly turned over his scroll until he found a peach blossom on the page.
It was picked while away from home, withered and shriveled.
His lips moved, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Brother Gu, I have enough to eat and warm clothes. I have a lot of nice clothes and shoes. The elders I know take good care of me. Everything is fine, but I miss you very much."
"You haven't eaten eggs, I eat them all day."
"By the way, Grandpa Qin hanged himself, and Aunt Guo died from drinking a few days ago. She told me to study hard and practice martial arts, so that I can become a famous person without relying on Anxi's identity."
"I'll do it, and you want me to do it too."
Xiao Luoyang's face was tense, thinking about it, burying his head in his arms and sobbing silently.
Brother Gu, why did they commit suicide, obviously everything is getting better.
"Crybaby!" The child behind him teased.
Listening to the mocking words, Li Wan outside the window whispered:
"Tong Yan Wuji, I will arrange a royal bookstore for him."
Gu Changan's weak voice was calm:
"No need, he is from Anxi, and he will not be easily knocked down."
"Go to the Hall of Heroes to worship Grandpa Qin and fulfill the last wish he gave me."
"Yeah." Li Wan glanced at Xiao Luoyang again, then picked up the sword box and left.
Because of a letter from Qin Carpenter, Gu Changan was willing to come to Chang'an City. What about after that?
Should I go back to the isolated city in the Western Regions, or will I stay in Chang'an until it disappears?
...
The Yinghun Temple is located next to the Taimiao Temple. The Wuyangyang is crowded like a wave, and many people travel thousands of miles to come to worship.
There is a huge altar above the hallway, and the heart of the altar is burning with flames.
"The heroic feat is passed down from generation to generation."
"The wind won't blow out, and the rain won't quench it!"
"In those days of confusion and darkness, when the people could not see the light, they ignited themselves, forming the eternal spiritual flame of the Chinese nation!
"
The crowd bowed in front of the hall and made fierce speeches from time to time.
Li Wan walked past the spiritual seats and stayed a little longer in front of some names.
"There are too many people to worship, so I simply don't worship and go to Grandpa Qin's place."
A weak voice came from the sword box.
In the long corridor of the Hall of Heroes, Li Wan explained as he walked:
"He said that he didn't die in battle, and that it was very cowardly to hang himself, so he asked the court not to put the spiritual position in a conspicuous place, and it would be shameless."
Gu Changan replied calmly: "Grandpa Qin was originally a crossbowman with no arrows, but his right arm was cut off by a barbarian."
After he finished speaking, he floated out of the sword box, the hazy fog was almost gone, and he found Qin Dazhuang's name in the far corner.
Li Wanxi walked away in a panic, leaving him a space to be alone.
"Grandpa Qin, you always emphasized that your name was Carpenter Qin during your lifetime. You thought your name was rustic, but you can't still engrave a pseudonym on your spiritual position, right? It's just that from the first time I saw you, I was skinny and never strong."
"You old man, you forced me to come to the Central Plains before you died. Your plan was successful."
"I can't go down with you for now."
Gu Changan smiled and whispered a story he had never told before:
"I walked through Yumen Pass, I saw the Yellow River, I passed through Songshan Mountain and Huashan, and I came to Chang'an City, which we miss in our hearts."
"Do you believe that I come from China, 1,200 years later? It only takes one hour for our descendants to travel from the Yellow River to Yumen Pass."
"Which terrestrial fairy can do it?"
"But I'm very scared. The Yellow River is still the same river, and Huashan is still the same mountain. If China is destroyed and the Central Plains are occupied by barbarians, will there be descendants? Are there still mountains and rivers?"
"Fate has given me extraordinary abilities, and it has also given me a mission."
"It seems to be telling me, Gu Changan, you can't fall down yet, you have to keep going until the barbarians are driven out."
"I saw hard-working farmers, embroidered women who worked tirelessly, and thousands of little Luoyang studying in the school, and every ordinary person rushing to make a living."
"Can I just disappear? I feel guilty, damn guilty!"
"That's why I'm afraid of coming to the Central Plains, but you're forcing me to stay silent!"
Gu Changan was in so much pain that the soul shadow kept twitching, but his voice still had a trembling smile:
"When I came, I was devastated, and when I left, I should be looking for splendid rivers and mountains."
"I want future generations to be able to say that when the name Gu Changan is mentioned, this prosperous world is as you wish."
"So I'm going to recast my body. I'm going to slaughter barbarians endlessly, but I'm really sad."
"After so many hardships, I finally completed my mission, but I have to continue fighting. Every time I am injured and healed, I am being tortured by Wan Kang Ling Chi. The pain can't be recalled."
"Without your letter, I would not have come to the Central Plains. When the peace and prosperity comes, I will definitely go down and scold you."
"You are so cruel, you told me from a young age to protect the lonely city and fight for the national backbone. When I did it with all my hard work, you all died one by one, causing me to suffer the pain of constant bereavement. I live alone."
After a long silence, Gu Changan didn't speak again.
Sudden.
"It's a little bit windy," he said.
The voice was soft, but powerful and sure, as if every word was blood spurting from the soul.
"Let's go!" The mist left the spiritual position, as calm as a lake that cannot be microwaved.
He is going to the holy city of the barbarian country.
Since it is necessary to recast the body, it is far from enough to rely on the frontier soldiers. You can only go to the holy city to kill, and you may fail, but this is the only way.
Li Wanqing stood not far away, seeing the fog coming, he didn't hand out the sword box immediately, and asked in a trembling voice:
"Where do you want to go?"
Gu Changan was silent.
He is not sure whether he can successfully recast his body, so he will not give hope to others, and there will be no loss without hope.
"Thank you for your company." After he finished speaking, he floated out of the Hall of Heroes, the mist was so light that ordinary people couldn't see it.
Li Wan's heart was twisted like a knife, and he followed out in a daze, rising up in the air and running side by side with the fog.
She didn't know what would happen, but she still wanted to accompany him for a while longer, as if parting would never come.
...
In the middle of the night, a city on the border of Tang and Zhao stood majestically. Li Wan stood at the city gate with a sword box in hand. She promised Gu Changan to only deliver it here.
"If you still feel indebted, be a good lord. Your words and deeds in the Golden Palace can change the fate of the people."
Gu Changan's voice is no longer weak. If he is alive, he will return to the lonely city. Home will always be home, but living will make the barbarians jealous, and he will give the common people a shelter.
Li Wan pursed her lips tightly, her blue silk scattered and her eyes red and swollen, "No one cared about it before you died, and you don't want anyone to know after you die?"
Gu Changan stopped talking.
At this time, there was a sharp screeching sound from the city head.
An old farmer who wanted to enter the city carried two bags of charcoal and was pushed out by the guards.
The charcoal seller fell to the ground, without shoes, wrapped a rag around his feet, and his ankles were covered with maggots.
"It is forbidden to sell charcoal in the city, it will be confiscated!"
The guard with the scar-faced stern resignation was righteous, his words were beyond doubt, and he ordered his soldiers to take away two packets of charcoal.
After he finished speaking, he looked cold:
"Get up! Where are you going!"
The merchants outside the city felt pity when they saw this, but they were afraid and dared not extend.
"I... I only have two packs of charcoal, and I want to buy two old hens for my grandson. Can you not...?"
"Count to three."
The guard drew his sword.
The charcoal seller's face was ashes, so he had to beg for mercy, constantly talking about no more charcoal, no more charcoal.
"I'll give you two pennies." The guard took out two copper coins from his waist and threw them over, while educating the charcoal seller:
"Don't sell charcoal again in the future, forget it this time, and hang at the city gate for whipping next time!"
"Okay, okay..." The charcoal seller picked up the money and was so moved that he wanted to bend over and bow, but maybe his legs hurt so much, he sat on the ground again trembling, and finally stumbled away.
No matter how difficult it was for Li Wan to contain his rage, Han Jian suddenly unsheathed, and he was about to take the defender's head.
Gu Changan did everything he could for the common people, Li Shu, just to let him witness the scene of the people being oppressed?
The sudden murderous intent made the Scarface Guard shudder, and he knelt down and begged for mercy before the sword fell.
"An dare to oppress the people like this? Is it because the taxes are exhausted and not enough to serve the soldiers, or is it because of his own greed? Even the old farmers are not spared two bags of charcoal, Shang Kuo knows what you did?"
Li Wan's tone was strong.
Businessmen outside the city applauded, and dared to call Emperor Zhao's name a taboo, the identity must not be simple, and the corrupt officials must be punished!
"You're wronged!" The guard was sweating profusely, and hurriedly signaled his soldiers to dump out the two packets of charcoal:
"It's burnt wood."
Wherever the charcoal was on the ground, it was clearly just some burnt wood.
"That old peasant has already gone mad. It was the barbarian dog who released poison gas in our Zhao country, and many frail and sickly old people went mad."
"The grandson of the charcoal seller was hacked to death and eaten by him two days ago."
"I didn't let him into the city, because I was afraid that he would be retaliated by his son and daughter-in-law. His grandfather had eaten his grandson, and the tragic human relationship of his son's murder of his father could not happen again!"
The guard finished speaking out of fear, and when he saw the cold sword hanging above his head disappear, he said with a heartache:
"These savage dogs come as they want, and leave as they want. They take the plundering of the people and butchers as their military exploits, and they torture us Zhao people under their pull."
There was dead silence outside the city.
The businessman went from horrified to horror, and finally became numb.
God does not bless the Central Plains...
What are the people guilty of, so that God is like this? !
Li Wan's expression was dark, and he looked down at the sword box, his heart suddenly fell into the cliff.
The fog is gone.
Did you leave quietly?
or die...
The merchants entered the city one after another, but Li Wan stood alone outside the city, silently staring at the sky. She stood there for a long time.
...
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