"Master!"
On the official road outside Kaifeng City, a 13 or 14-year-old book boy was running with a small bag on his back, shouting, "Master, where are you?!"
He was wearing a neat blue cloth short coat, with delicate features, a bun on his head and a blue scarf wrapped around his head. He looked like a book boy from a scholarly family. He ran to a big tree, sat down and panted, "I'm so tired... Young Master!"
With a "bang", a date pit fell and hit him on the forehead.
"Oh!" The little book boy covered his head and looked up, and saw a scholar of about 10 years old sitting on a branch, smiling at him, "What are you yelling about? Be careful not to attract wolves."
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