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The intermittent sound of the flute came from afar, and the boy playing the flute sat on the grass slope. In the sunshine, the soybeans all over the slope made the sound of exploding, and there was the sound of grasshoppers flapping their wings everywhere. The young man's face was so delicate and graceful that it seemed as if it did not belong to this mundane world. His long and slender fingers moved lightly on the flute hole, and his eyes looked into the distance - a distance that no one could see, as if he could cross fields, rivers and woods and see another world. His long, narrow, upward eyes revealed his indifference and even disdain for the world in a casual glance. Only when he was playing the flute was he attentive and vivid, and even the surrounding scenery seemed to be brought to life by him.
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