The Hungry Artist in Lone Bamboo Country

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In the late autumn of Shouyang Mountain, Shuqi felt weak in his limbs and a little dizzy. It was a bit cold in the morning, and Boyi, who was still sleeping, had a layer of autumn frost on his head. Shu Qi breathed a sigh of relief, and a small cloud of fog rose in front of his eyes. Outside the dilapidated wooden door, the wind whistled, just like the "rumble" of the tigers of Zhou Dynasty outside Makino City last winter. He walked to the stove. There was wild vegetable soup cooked yesterday in the pottery fou. He shakily scooped up some with a wooden spoon and took a bite - it was just as unpleasant as when it was hot. "Gongxin." Shuqi called his brother's name softly. Boyi didn't respond.

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