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... pped, still shivering from the cold.
Chengnan Eighteenth Lane, not far from the intersection.
The cobbler, wearing a thick padded jacket, was still sitting there, hunched over, earnestly mending the worn-out shoes in his hands.
When Luo Qingzhou passed by him, he asked, "Can the clothes be mended?"
Hearing the voice, the cobbler raised his head, showing a vicissitudes of face full of stubble, shook his head and said, "The old man can only mend shoes."
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