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Lin Hao stood before a solid stone arch bridge, facing the intoxicating spring breeze. He looked at the farmers working diligently on both sides of the river and the women picking mulberry leaves, but his eyes were filled with melancholy.,"This scholar just wants to save face, how could he not see that",If he had a choice, he would still rather be a child of the 21st century.。