The gray sky could not suppress the howling of the wind. Goose-feather-like snow flakes fell from the sky, and as far as the eye could see, the snow was covered with snow, and the whole head was white.
In this vast snowfield, a person is walking.
I don't know whether he is a man or a woman. I can only see that the man is wearing a snow-white fox fur, and his body is getting lower and lower, as if he cannot bear the weight of the snow.
At this time, a carriage came hurriedly from behind. The wheels were creaking and the horses were snoring. The driver was a big man with a beard on his face and eyes like an eagle.
The walker seemed not to notice, he didn't even raise his head.
"Girl, get in the car."
The master who said this was neither a walker nor a big man driving a cart. But the people in the carriage.
Looking through the window, the corners of his eyes were full of wrinkles, but he had a pair of young eyes, full of a pleasant atmosphere.
Intention: A scholar dies for his confidant, a world of swordsmen from another world.