The heavy rain came and went quickly, leaving a humid air thick with the faint smell of earth. The cobblestone streets gleamed under the intermittent sunlight.,On the street corner, outside a two-story general store, a young man leaning on his broom hums a tune nobody seems to understand. He lazily watches the people flowing back and forth on the street.,“Ten boxes With our store's traffic, do you want to sell until 2009, old man This is a 1982 Dadamir, and this is a 1999 Silu. You're being arrogant!”。