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... >Wen Yan, sitting in front of Sikong Yunfan's Huangpu, the deep peach blossoms, first flickering, then, his eyes swept, he fell on the man sitting in front of him.
The sun was shining, and the carved window opened by the side slanted into it and shone on the man in front of him.
I saw the man in front of him, wrapped in a beige gown, and the hair was like a water, vertical down, behind the head, just holding a small bundle with a wooden raft, the rest were all draped over the body, ...
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