At the entrance of the flat-roofed house.
"Such a retro mode of transport..." Lin Zida looked at the short and stout Dongdong, momentarily at a loss for words.
For some reason, an image suddenly flashed through his mind: when a steam locomotive whistled, its chimney billowing black smoke as it carried passengers into the new era, a nobleman riding alongside in a luxury carriage, laughing as he chased the train.
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