Yu Zhi had never been one to hesitate. Even when faced with a problem like this, he allowed himself only a few seconds of uncertainty before quickly deciding on the path he would take in the future.
So what if he could never become Sang Xiyin’s lover in this lifetime? Compared with all the wild, far-fetched possibilities he had imagined before, this outcome was already much better than he had expected.
Sang Xiyin was no longer young. Even if he lived to be a hundred, Yu Zhi would have fewer than fifty years to spend by his side.
Fifty years was hardly worth mentioning compared with Yu Zhi’s long life.
He would simply accompany Sang Xiyin through those years under a different identity. That would not be difficult.
What was truly difficult was figuring out how to hide his feelings while staying by Sang Xiyin’s side in the years to come.
He had only imagined what it would be like. He had not even begun to do it, yet his heart already felt as though it were weighed down by a thousand jin.
“Of course you can. I’m not sure which flowers you like, though. I’ll ask Xiao Du to cut a few stems and wrap them up for you in a little while,” Sang Xiyin said warmly.
The Xiao Du he mentioned was the middle-aged woman who had invited Yu Zhi inside the last time he came.
“There’s no need to trouble Auntie Du. I can do it myself,” Yu Zhi replied with a smile.
Sang Xiyin quietly pondered the way the young man addressed people. Yu Zhi called Xiao Du “Auntie Du,” which clearly showed that he paid attention to age and seniority when addressing others.
Yet even though he knew about Sang Xiyin’s relationship with Sang Xingyun, he had not used a familial title that would place Sang Xiyin in the grandfather generation, such as “Grandpa.” Instead, he addressed him as “Mr. Sang.”
Was it because Yu Zhi had too much pride to use their family connection to get closer to him? Or did he simply dislike that particular form of address or perhaps even dislike Sang Xiyin himself?
However, judging by Yu Zhi’s attitude, he did not seem to dislike Sang Xiyin, either.
After thinking it over, Sang Xiyin decided that the first possibility was more likely.
The young man was principled and knew how to maintain proper boundaries.
“All right, then. Just cut whichever flowers you like,” Sang Xiyin said with a smile. “There’s also wrapping paper inside. If you don’t know how to wrap them, you can ask Xiao Du for help.”
“Thank you.” Yu Zhi nodded.
He glanced toward the flower pavilion before casually asking, as though the question had just occurred to him, “Mr. Sang, you grow so many flowers. I wonder which kind is your favorite? I’d feel guilty if I accidentally picked one you treasured most.”
Sang Xiyin smiled warmly. “It’s all right. Just cut whichever flowers you like. There are plenty of them. If they can make someone happy, then that’s the most worthwhile thing they can do.”
“You really are a good person,” Yu Zhi murmured.
There seemed to be a faint, almost imperceptible trace of sadness hidden in his low voice. But when Sang Xiyin looked up, he saw that Yu Zhi’s expression was relaxed and open, with no sign of worry or sorrow. There was even a faint smile on his lips.
Sang Xiyin began to think he must have misheard. How could someone like Yu Zhi have anything to be sad about?
Still, Sang Xiyin found the young man’s remark rather puzzling. Did giving someone flowers make a person good? If so, Yu Zhi’s standards for what made someone a good person were far too low.
“I’ve often heard Miss Wen talk about you, and I’ve listened to some of your music as well. I really admire your work,” Yu Zhi said with a smile.
“Children always exaggerate when they praise people. It’s nothing special, really. Just ordinary things,” Sang Xiyin replied.
He had guessed that Wen Li would talk about him, and he had also expected Yu Zhi to have heard a few things about him. What he had not expected was for Yu Zhi to bring it up so earnestly.
This was not like the casual remark he had made out of politeness the day before. This time, Yu Zhi spoke as though he genuinely wanted to have a deeper conversation.
Then Yu Zhi finally revealed his real purpose.
“To be honest, I’m also interested in growing flowers. I was wondering if I could learn from you and ask you for some guidance from time to time.”
Sang Xiyin looked at Yu Zhi for a long moment. At last, he composed himself, lowered his eyes, and said, “Xiao Yu, your purpose isn’t just to ask me for advice, is it?”
Yu Zhi’s fingertips trembled slightly. But rather than feeling guilty or backing down at this tentative question, he gave a helpless smile.
“You saw right through me. These flowers are simply too beautiful. I want to stay a little longer and admire them. I’m enjoying myself so much that I’ve forgotten all about going home.”
Seeing his response, Sang Xiyin couldn’t help relaxing and smiling as well. “If you like them, you can come by anytime.”
Yu Zhi was just about to smile and agree when Sang Xiyin continued, “Xingyun and the others live in the villa next door, and they come over quite often, too. You young people have plenty to talk about. You can spend more time chatting with them.”
Yu Zhi’s smile vanished.
………………
An hour later, Yu Zhi was sitting in the Sang family’s villa when he finally received word that Sang Liushui had woken up and gotten out of bed.
The moment the young man came downstairs, he spotted a young man sitting in the living room. He often visited the Wen family to see Wen Li, so he had met Yu Zhi before. Naturally, he recognized the man in front of him as Wen Li’s private tutor, a man whose face was even more handsome than his own and whose bearing was even more distinguished.
But why was Wen Li’s tutor at his house?
“Teacher Yu, did Xiao Li come looking for me? Did you come here with her?”
Yu Zhi glanced up at him, then set down the cup of tea in his hand. It had long since gone cold, yet he hadn’t taken a single sip. Crossing one leg over the other, he pulled a thick stack of papers from his bag.
“Didn’t your brother tell you?”
Sang Liushui swallowed. A sudden, ominous feeling rose in his heart.
“Tell… tell me what?”
As Yu Zhi handed him the stack of papers, he explained, “Your brother invited me to be your private tutor. I’ll be teaching you all your academic subjects. For the next year, we’ll be spending our time together as teacher and student, so we’ll have to get along well.”
Sang Liushui took the stack of papers. They were mind maps of the key concepts from various subjects, which Yu Zhi had hurriedly put together the previous night.
He took just one look at them, and his eyes began to swim. His heart sank even further.
No way… Why would my brother do something this cruel to me?!
“So the Second Young Master didn’t know?”
Being addressed as “Second Young Master” made Sang Liushui break out in goosebumps. He hurriedly said, “Don’t call me that! It sounds so awkward!”
At first, he had been hostile toward this private tutor, who was handsome, intelligent, and incredibly charismatic. But after seeing Yu Zhi’s teaching methods and the results he achieved, that hostility had disappeared, replaced by a deep sense of respect and even a little awe.
Whenever Yu Zhi called him “Second Young Master,” Sang Liushui felt as though the man was either digging a pit for him or preparing his grave. It made him feel as if he were committing some terrible act of disrespect just by being addressed that way.
“Um, well… I need to confirm this with my brother.”
In a panic, he hurried out to the balcony and called Sang Xingyun.
Yu Zhi did not stop him. His gaze lowered to the empty space before him, where he could see nothing. The gloomy mood Sang Xiyin had left him in was finally soothed a little by the sight of Sang Liushui’s miserable expression.
But then he remembered that he might have to witness scenes like this many more times in the future. The mood that had only just begun to improve froze over once again.
Yesterday, Sang Xingyun had been so preoccupied with taking Sang Xiyin to the hospital for a checkup that he had forgotten to tell his younger brother about the arrangement. Now that Sang Liushui was asking him about it, he answered without the slightest trace of guilt.
“Your brother is doing this for your own good. Look at how hard Xiao Li has been studying lately. If you still don’t put in the effort, then even if Xiao Li doesn’t dump you, someone else will look down on you.”
“Then why did you hire Teacher Yu for me, too, and sign me up for every subject?!” Sang Liushui felt suffocated just thinking about how, from now on, every day of his life would consist of nothing but studying. He wasn’t even an adult yet, but he was already shouldering pressures that someone his age shouldn’t have to bear!
“Isn’t it so you’ll have more chances to spend time with Xiao Li? You can attend classes together. You’re classmates at school, and you can still be classmates during the holidays. Isn’t that great?”
There was no denying that, when Sang Xingyun had first made the arrangement, part of him had wanted to make his younger brother suffer a little.
But for the time being, he set that thought aside and added, “Oh, right. You’ll be seeing Yu Zhi often from now on. Keep an eye on him for me. If anything unusual happens, remember to report it to me.”
Although Sang Xingyun had no regrets about his decision, he still couldn’t completely put his mind at ease. For some reason, Yu Zhi gave him a sense of danger.
Though perhaps “danger” wasn’t quite the right word. It was more a feeling of wariness, one that kept him from feeling comfortable around Yu Zhi.
After thinking it over, he finally attributed the feeling to the fact that Yu Zhi was somewhat similar to him, yet even more difficult to read. For someone as controlling as Sang Xingyun, a person like that was an unpredictable factor, and therefore someone who required extra attention.
However, Sang Xiyin’s words from the previous day had made an impression on Sang Xingyun. As a result, he had no intention of openly targeting Yu Zhi. Instead, he decided to have his younger brother keep an eye on Yu Zhi discreetly.
Unfortunately, although Sang Liushui had readily agreed, once he faced Yu Zhi’s lessons and the assignments Yu Zhi gave him, his mind was filled with nothing but misery. He completely forgot that he had promised Sang Xingyun he would keep watch on Yu Zhi.
Sang Liushui’s parents also lived in this villa, but they were accustomed to leaving early and returning late. That was why Yu Zhi had never run into them before. However, after accepting the job of tutoring Sang Liushui, Yu Zhi began spending more time at the Sang family’s home and had met the couple several times.
They seemed more composed than the Wen couple, and their relationship appeared calmer as well. They lacked the Wens’ warmth, but they still treated each other with respect and courtesy. Rather than lovers, they seemed more like family members.
They had no objections to their eldest son hiring a private tutor, nor did they have any complaints about Yu Zhi. They simply devoted far more of their time and energy to the company than to their children.
It was only in Sang Xiyin’s presence that they seemed to relax a little. It appeared that Sang Xiyin had a greater influence on them than Yu Zhi had imagined.
Yu Zhi sighed inwardly and let out a long breath. For the first time, he even felt that keeping his feelings hidden might be the best choice after all.
Otherwise, if all these people, these family members whom Sang Xiyin regarded as irreplaceable were to oppose them, criticize them, reject them, and view their relationship with suspicion and malice, just how heartbroken and miserable would Sang Xiyin be?
After another day of lessons came to an end, Wen Li and Sang Liushui were both so exhausted that they slumped limply over the table.
Yu Zhi smiled and said, “If you’re tired, take a break. This year is going to be difficult, and getting enough sleep is essential for staying alert and having the energy to study.”
“All right. Goodbye, Teacher Yu.” Wen Li stood up, stretched, and said goodbye to him.
Sang Xingyun had arranged accommodation for Yu Zhi nearby, not far from either the Wen or the Sang family’s home. Carrying his bag, Yu Zhi walked out of the Sang family’s villa and headed straight toward the nearby villa next door.
When the middle-aged woman saw him, she stopped trimming the branches and leaves in her hands and greeted him, “Back again, Xiao Yu?”
That single word, “again”, said everything about how often Yu Zhi had been coming here lately.
Using the flowers as an excuse, Yu Zhi had secured permission to visit whenever he wanted. Naturally, he had no intention of wasting that opportunity. Almost every day after finishing his lessons, he would spend some time in the flower pavilion. Sometimes he helped with the work; other times, he simply sat there admiring the flowers. Occasionally, he would even take a leisurely nap.
And through the transparent walls of the flower pavilion, Sang Xiyin could see all of it. In just a few short days, his impression of Yu Zhi had changed from that of a stranger to a young man he quite liked and regarded fondly.
Yu Zhi walked into the flower pavilion and helped Aunt Du prune the plants.
“Auntie Du, the leaves on this Suguan Heding1素冠荷鼎 (Sùguān Hédǐng (Suguan Heding): A highly prized variety of orchid, known for its rarity and beauty. Its name is associated with the orchid’s distinctive form orchid are turning a little yellow,” Yu Zhi observed with a sharp eye.
Aunt Du hurried over to take a look. Sure enough, the leaves were yellowing. She frowned and sighed. “These rare, expensive flowers are so delicate. They keep coming down with one problem or another, as if they’d lose their value if they weren’t sick all the time. The flowers the old gentleman likes aren’t nearly so fussy. Just look at that huge patch of tulips and daylilies. They’re blooming beautifully.”
Hearing those words, Yu Zhi lost himself in thought for a moment and accidentally snipped the petal of a butterfly orchid.
In a calm voice, he said, “So those are the two kinds of flowers Mr. Sang likes.”
Aunt Du was dividing her attention between checking the Suguan Heding orchid and chatting with Yu Zhi.
“Flowers all have their own market value, of course. The more expensive they are, the more valuable they’re considered. But the old gentleman doesn’t like something just because it’s expensive. He’s liked those two kinds of flowers all these years. Plenty of people have brought him beautiful, precious flowers, and people have cultivated all sorts of stunning varieties, but his favorites have always remained the same. For so many years, it’s never changed.”
“Is that so?” Yu Zhi murmured softly.
He gazed at the patch of tulips and daylilies, his eyes calm and gentle, as though they were filled with moonlight.
Half an hour later, Yu Zhi left as he usually did.
Not long afterward, Sang Xiyin appeared in the flower pavilion. The moment she saw him, Aunt Du hurried to her feet.
“Old Sir, this orchid…”
Before she could finish, Sang Xiyin nodded. “I already know. I’ll take a look at it later. You can go and attend to your other work.”
Hearing this, Aunt Du felt reassured and turned back to continue trimming the flower branches.
She had worked for the Sang family for more than ten years and knew Sang Xiyin quite well. If he said he could handle something himself, she trusted him completely and didn’t worry about it any further.
However, Sang Xiyin paid no attention to the Suguan Heding orchid just then. Instead, he sat down in the very spot where Yu Zhi had been sitting.
His gaze settled on the pruning shears Yu Zhi had used earlier. Beneath his clear, composed eyes, something seemed to stir like an undercurrent.
………………
Yu Zhi had negotiated with his school. As long as his exam results remained unchanged, he could cut back on most of his classes, which saved him a great deal of time.
He divided his remaining time between the laboratory and his tutoring sessions. Only after taking care of those commitments could he devote the rest of his time to getting closer to Sang Xiyin.
Of course, he had made these arrangements because he knew that rushing would get him nowhere. Trying to get too close too soon would only make the other person wary and uncomfortable. He still had nearly a year ahead of him, and his goal was to grow closer to Sang Xiyin within that time. Then, even after his tutoring job ended a year later, he would be able to visit Sang Xiyin quite naturally without arousing anyone’s suspicions.
It was not a difficult goal to achieve.
He maintained a gentle, steady pace, gradually making his presence known to Sang Xiyin and approaching him in a way that would not put him on guard.
Sang Xingyun secretly observed Yu Zhi for a while, but in the end, he discovered nothing. After being reprimanded by Sang Xiyin as well, he could only give up, disgruntled.
Only after reprimanding his grandnephew did Sang Xiyin approach Yu Zhi. With an apologetic tone, he said, “Xingyun was being thoughtless. I’m sorry for the trouble he caused you.”
He had not expected Sang Xingyun to still be wary of Yu Zhi. Even more surprising was that, after discovering he was being watched, Yu Zhi had actually told him about it directly. Was the young man not worried that Sang Xiyin might take his grandnephew’s side and leave him feeling unfairly treated?
Yu Zhi seemed to know what he was thinking. Smiling, he said, “I told you before, Mr. Sang. You’re a good person.”
Sang Xiyin was taken aback, then smiled. “All right, then.”
A good person it was.
Although young people nowadays used the expression good person in a rather strange way, it was still a compliment at its core. Xiao Yu had called him a good person, so he was probably using the words in their literal sense.
“If you don’t mind, you can call me Great-Uncle, just like Xingyun does, or Grandpa Sang.”
He thought those forms of address would make them seem closer. It was also a way of making up for Sang Xingyun’s presumptuous behavior.
After all, being able to call him Grandpa was something many people could only dream of. It meant having his backing, gaining higher social standing, and obtaining access to a considerable amount of resources.
As far as Sang Xiyin knew, Yu Zhi seemed to be starting his own business. A young man like him would probably have plenty of use for such advantages.
Yu Zhi: “…”
“No need. I still find ‘Mr. Sang’ more natural, and I don’t want to change it.”
Yu Zhi was willing to stay by Sang Xiyin’s side as a younger person or someone close to him, but he was unwilling to use that particular form of address.
It would be as though their relationship had truly become that of a grandfather and his grandson.
As Yu Zhi walked out of Sang Xiyin’s home, he ran straight into Sang Xingyun.
The latter gave a soft laugh. “I knew it was you.”
Yu Zhi raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean by that, Young Master Sang?”
Sang Xingyun folded his arms across his chest. “Stop pretending. If you hadn’t gone running to complain about me, how would Great-Uncle have found out? And why would he have reprimanded me?”
His tone was hostile, with a distinct note of resentment. He was Great-Uncle’s actual grandnephew, so why was Great-Uncle taking Yu Zhi’s side instead?!
Yu Zhi stepped forward, his voice turning slightly cold. “I don’t understand what you mean. But if you did nothing wrong, why would Mr. Sang reprimand you?”
“Before you go looking for trouble with me, Young Master Sang, I suggest you get your own affairs in order. Don’t give Mr. Sang more things to worry about.”
Sang Xingyun was so caught off guard that he had no comeback.
As he watched Yu Zhi walk away, he remained dazed and bewildered. It was one thing for Great-Uncle to lecture him, but why was this Yu Zhi lecturing him too?!
“Brother, that’s what you get for stirring up trouble! It backfired, didn’t it? I told you that although Teacher Yu can be a bit of a demon when it comes to teaching, he’s a good person. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with him.”
Sang Liushui walked over and patted his brother on the shoulder.
Recently, Sang Liushui’s grades had improved, earning him praise from Sang Xiyin. With one brother rising and the other falling, Sang Liushui now had considerably more swagger than Sang Xingyun.
Sang Xingyun said coldly, “Have you finished your homework?”
Sang Liushui: “…”
After taking turns getting under each other’s skin, the two brothers were still able to put their differences aside and talk calmly about other things.
“Great-Uncle’s birthday is coming up. Why don’t you pick out a nice gift for him? That way, he won’t be angry with you anymore,” Sang Liushui suggested.
“Fine. Help me think of something to give him.”
“Brother, how can you be so insincere? Don’t forget that Grandpa will be coming back for Great-Uncle’s birthday, too. The old man is waiting to see the results of your efforts over the past few months.”
“I know! Go do your homework!”
………………
Back in Yu Zhi’s home, he was in the middle of a video conference. The person on the screen was excitedly telling him that the new drug had been successfully developed and that trial samples were ready. It was expected to enter production before long. The drug could effectively slow down the aging process.
However, the speaker was still talking enthusiastically when he looked up and noticed that Yu Zhi was unusually silent.
“Senior Brother? What’s wrong?”
Yu Zhi felt neither surprise nor excitement at the news that the drug had been successfully developed. With his guidance and assistance, this outcome had been inevitable.
“It’s nothing. You’ve all worked hard.”
“It’s all thanks to your excellent leadership, Senior Brother. We wouldn’t have achieved these results so quickly without you guiding us.”
“I only provided direction. You did all the actual work.”
Yu Zhi knew about medical technologies far more advanced than those available in this world. However, every world had its own path of development. Forcing its technological progress forward would be like building a towering skyscraper on an unstable foundation. The whole structure could come crashing down at the slightest mistake.
Only by making discoveries through their own efforts and advancing step by step could they move forward steadily. And Yu Zhi could not be the one to do that for them.
After a day of lessons, Wen Li smiled and took out an invitation card, handing it to Yu Zhi.
“Teacher Yu, Great-Uncle’s birthday is in half a month. The Sang family will be holding a big celebration for him, so don’t forget to come!”
Beside her, Sang Liushui’s eyes widened. He gave his girlfriend a series of meaningful looks and silently asked, So when you said you had a friend you wanted to invite, you meant Teacher Yu?
Wen Li’s expression seemed to say, Who else would I mean?
Sang Liushui felt like crying. His older brother had specifically instructed him not to invite Teacher Yu!
Never mind. If Great-Uncle found out, he would surely invite Teacher Yu himself anyway. His brother’s plan had never stood a chance of succeeding.
This was the first time Yu Zhi had learned the birthday of the person he loved in this world. He looked at the date printed on the invitation for a long while before the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
“Thank you. I’ll be there.”
Meanwhile, he began thinking about what would make a suitable birthday gift.
On the day of the celebration, the Sang family villa was bustling with activity. Sang Xiyin wore a dark-red Tang-style outfit, with red plum blossoms and golden cranes embroidered across the chest.
An elderly man with graying hair, who looked even older than Sang Xiyin, stood beside him.
“After all these years, red still suits you best,” the old man said. “It’s just a pity that I haven’t seen you wear bright red in all these years.”
His tone was leisurely, but his words seemed to carry an unspoken meaning.
Sang Xiyin gave him a helpless look. “How many years has it been? Why are you still hung up on that?”
The old man tapped his cane against the ground.
“I’m your older brother. Now that our parents are gone, if I don’t worry about you, who will? If I weren’t your own brother, who else would care whether there’ll be someone to perform the ritual when you’re gone?”
“I have nephews and grandnephews. Give it a few more years, and when the children grow up, they’ll have children of their own, too,” Sang Xiyin replied nonchalantly.
His gaze drifted downward. When he spotted a certain figure below, his eyes suddenly settled on him.
“That young man I told you about before has arrived. Remember to look after him a little later. He’s still young, so don’t scare him off.”
Grandpa Sang furrowed his brows. “Is he the one you said could somehow fit 48 hours into a single day?”
Sang Xiyin burst out laughing. It was only in front of his own older brother that he let go of some of the dignity he usually maintained as an elder.
“Why is that the only thing you remember? Come on. It’s time to go downstairs.”
“All right, then. If you think so highly of him, he must be a promising young man. I wonder if he has a girlfriend. I have plenty of friends whose granddaughters are still single.”
When Sang Xiyin did not respond, the old man glanced at him.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Does that mean he already has a girlfriend?”
Sang Xiyin furrowed his brows slightly, but still answered, “No, he doesn’t.”
How strange. He often played matchmaker for other young members of the family, too. It seemed to be an essential skill for the elderly. Yet when the person in question was Yu Zhi, he felt vaguely uncomfortable. It was a strange, unfamiliar feeling.
When Yu Zhi entered the banquet hall, he spotted Sang Xiyin at once. There was no other reason for it: the red outfit was simply too eye-catching, and Sang Xiyin, dressed in red, was undeniably captivating.
If he were ten years younger, plenty of butterflies would surely be fluttering around him.
“You’re Yu Zhi?”
“Hello, Grandpa Sang.” Yu Zhi recognized the man and greeted him politely.
Sang Xiyin subtly raised his eyes to glance at Yu Zhi, a faint flicker passing through his gaze.
Grandpa Sang studied Yu Zhi for a moment. The young man remained composed and neither fawned on him nor showed the slightest sign of nervousness or excitement. Satisfied, the old man nodded.
“Not bad.”
“I heard from Xiyin that you’re single. Would you mind if I played matchmaker? An old friend of mine has a granddaughter, and I heard she attends the same school as you.”
As he spoke, he looked in a certain direction.
“Old Sang, over here!”
An elderly man hurried over and greeted both Grandpa Sang and Sang Xiyin.
Yu Zhi was looking at the young woman who had followed behind the newcomer. His eyelid twitched involuntarily!
Grandpa Sang warmly embraced his old friend. After exchanging a few pleasantries and catching up, he quickly pointed to Yu Zhi and introduced him.
“This is the young man I told you about, the one Xiyin thinks so highly of. He attends the same school as your granddaughter. What do you think? Sounds like fate, doesn’t it?”
His old friend immediately understood what he meant. He called his granddaughter over and was just about to introduce the two when she looked at Yu Zhi and said shyly, “There’s no need for an introduction. We already know each other. Hello, Senior Yu.”
Yu Zhi had never expected to run into the young woman here. She was the same girl who had pursued the original owner shortly after he arrived in this world, only to be rejected by him.
Remembering what he had said to her back then, Yu Zhi couldn’t help wanting to rub his temples.
“Grandpa, Senior Yu already has a girlfriend. Please stop trying to pair people up at random,” the young woman said awkwardly to her grandfather.
The moment she said that, several people nearby heard her, too.
Sang Xiyin couldn’t help glancing at Yu Zhi. For some reason, despite the calm expression on the young man’s face, he sensed that something was off.
Grandpa Sang looked at Yu Zhi in surprise.
“Is that true?”
At that moment, everyone nearby was looking at Yu Zhi, including Sang Xiyin.
Yu Zhi: “…”
What a headache.
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