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"So even if I don't come to France, we are destined to meet again?"

The two followed suit, wandering in the green area of ​​the backyard of the castle.

"Yes." Justin smiled and nodded.

Sometimes fate is so wonderful.

Wolfgang squinted his eyes and saw half-scraped fairways, artificial bunkers, miniature ponds, flat greens with solitary flagpoles. At this moment, there were no clouds in the sky, and the low hills were rolling. Plated with a layer of gold film.It is small in scale but has all of them, completely private courts, so it seems to have a personal style.

"Haven't touched a club for a few years."

"Want to fight?"

"Think about it, but not today." After a while, Wolfgang said again: "You should have a lot of questions to ask me, right?"

"Well, to be honest, I don't have any real feelings until now... Come, here."

Stepping up to the stilts of the low hill, Justin sat down.

"I often sit here and look out, killing time."

The scenery here is especially beautiful. The tall poplar forest is accompanied by flowing water, and the towering mountains are on the back. The floating clouds in the sky seem to be half short.

"What a great place."

Touching the waistband of his trousers, Justin took out a pack of soft packs of cigarettes.

"No, I've quit. It's okay, you can smoke."

Justin smiled and took back his cigarette.

The two sat side by side beside the bald stone, staring at the charming hills and fields, passing by peacefully, with the dark green zoysia swaying, they have spent countless times like this, spending a long and tired scene together.

Justin couldn't help looking at Wolfgang, seeing his fluffy eyelashes hanging down his eyes, casting a shallow and fragmented shadow.

"So, where do we start?"

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