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Qing pupil, this name is often remembered by me, even with the memory, with pain, surging me surrounded. The first time I saw Qing pupil, he played the guitar on the balcony, his eyes lonely and desolate, like the drunken East Evil. He sang softly, the song was like a piece of loud thunder, sounding in my world. At the beginning, I knew that this is a monstrous adoration, but it is like falling into the mud like deeper and deeper.