Surrounded by mountains and beside water, shrouded in autumn fog.
The town of Changqing, which had just opened its sleepy eyes, was gradually filled with the sounds of roosters crowing and dogs barking. Smoke curled up from the fields and houses, creating a refreshing and interesting morning scene.
A young man dressed in coarse shorts appeared on the road outside the town and moved forward with the crowd going to the market.
The man had a dark complexion, a gray face, unclear eyebrows and features, and his hands were in his pockets, moving them constantly, as if he was kneading something interesting, and a smile always flashed across the corners of his mouth.
When there were few people around, he would occasionally tilt his head, lower his voice, and speak to the nothingness beside him.
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