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... p> It was in the afternoon.
On the peak of the mountain, there was a shabby wooden house surrounded by weeds, and beside it stood a stunted tree.
Under the tree, an old man was lying on a rattan chair.
With dishevelled hair and ragged clothes, he massaged his potbelly with one hand and stared listlessly at the sky.
In the wooden house opposite him, a young handsome man was leaning against the door and gazing at the old man with a reluctant smile. He was about to s ...
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