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time flies, and in a twinkling of an eye, it is the winter moon again.,Wen Yingyi: "I haven't said yet, but I don't think Huo Yin and Shanshan can come back. Isn't he hurt" It's not all right yet. I can't take a plane. ",the old monk clasped his hands and glanced calmly at the man in front of him, then he held the Buddha bead in his hand.。