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Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,He had no recollection of what the villagers called "wild copulation," nor did he have any memory of the girl. He didn't know her height or build, and naturally wouldn't commit suicide by hanging over such a matter.,Because this Hao Ran is not that Hao Ran, he... comes from the 21st century where wild connections are as commonplace as dinner.。