Strangers Dominate the World

It was the beginning of winter, the autumn wind was rustling, and the fallen leaves were flying. I saw a man and a horse coming from west to east, walking leisurely on the country road in the forest. Sitting on the horse is a beautiful scholar in white. This man is rich and handsome, with eyes like bright stars, holding a paper fan in his hand, and looks like a scholar going to Beijing to take the exam. Moreover, his face is like white jade, and his lips are painted with vermilion. If it weren't for a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows flying diagonally into his temples, it would be difficult to tell the male from the male. This scholar was about eighteen or nineteen years old, definitely not over twenty. Looking at him like that, he is probably a student who has left his hometown and traveled abroad. However, upon closer inspection, they are very different. There is no other reason than that students who leave their hometown to travel should at least have some luggage, book boxes, or bookboys and maids to wait on them. And besides his horse, all he had left was the paper fan in his hand. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.