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After chatting with Bai Lu for about forty minutes, we went our separate ways. I was still struggling to kill time, so I kept wandering around the ancient city, hoping to discover some new faces or some interesting things.
Before I knew it, I had arrived at the bed sheet factory again.
Ever since I learned that the woman who played the accordion had moved out of the house across the street, I had given up hope. The reason I stopped here again is because I genuinely like this place, I like the sense of history it has gained over the years, and I like the artistic shop owners who sell their handmade products in their own unique way.
There seems to be no worries here, because everyone is doing their work seriously, so when you look at them, you feel very fulfilled.
I let out a sigh of relief, lit a cigarette, leaned against the brick wall, and looked up at the building across the street again.
A little while later, a man came out of the stairwell carrying a very large framed photo. The frame was facing away from me, but because I was sitting on the ground, I could vaguely see the woman in the photo from a low angle, holding an accordion in her hand.
I quickly got up and walked towards the man.
I called out to him, smiling, and asked, "Dude, is that a painting you're holding? Just wondering where you bought it... I think it's pretty nice!"
The man looked down and then replied, "You're mistaken. This isn't a painting; it's a photo left behind by my previous tenant... She couldn't take it with her when she moved last time, so she called and asked me to send it to her... Here it is, the courier is waiting over there."
Just as I was looking towards the delivery area, the delivery guy also drove his electric tricycle over at the same time.
He seemed to be in a real hurry. After taking the photo frame from the man, he stuffed it directly into the tricycle's cargo compartment, then asked the man for the address while locking the compartment door behind him.
I paused for a moment, then quickly said to the deliveryman, "Brother, could I take a look at this photo frame... The person in the photo looks a lot like a friend I can't contact anymore."
The delivery guy looked at me somewhat reluctantly.
The landlord looked at me with some surprise because I hadn't told him the truth.
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