Zhang: This inn is mine. Why should I go?
Zhou: By the way, I forgot that you are as heartless as this desert.
Zhang: You are also a part of this desert. You only think about yourself. Have you ever thought about others?
Zhou: So you run a black shop?
Zhang: You passers-by, leave when you get to your destination. We are all the same. Hum, heartless
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In fact, I think what I said about the flute a week ago was the line that lost everything, and you said it was a conversation with Zhang, that's all.