There is a Jiuqu Park in City B, which is named after the winding corridor in the park. At first, I wanted to follow the traditional cultural route, but later the Jiuqu Corridor was occupied by grandfathers, who played chess and chess every day.
It's winter, and it's a weekday afternoon again. The park is deserted, but inside the pavilion of the Nine-winding Corridor, there are several layers of people gathered around, noisily saying, "Old Yang, Old Yang, you're stupid!"
"Don't go down there, don't go down there! You're going to lose!"
Emmett was wrapped in an apricot scarf and wearing a black mask with a yellow duck printed on it. When he found that Grandpa Yang, who was sitting opposite him, regretted two more moves, he quickly patted his thigh.
"Hey, Grandpa Yang, stop, stop! I've already regretted my move twenty times, and I won't be able to finish it until nightfall. I still have to go home for dinner!"
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