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A small magistrate with clean hands, living a life of leisure. Once people came and broke the threshold of the door, it brought up a lot of storm clouds and pains. The beautiful girl in my memory, the simple young man in front of me, laughing and joking, but the bitterness in my heart, no words to swallow. Why did someone insist on entering my heart?