That day, when the sun first came up, he stood at the entrance of the camp where the banners were hunting and looked at the mountain Meibidai in the distance. It rained a new time last night, and the air was full of water vapor. There were footsteps behind him. Looking back, he saw the man's clothes coming like clouds. He raised his eyebrows and smiled, and four frivolous words rose in his heart - his eyebrows were picturesque.
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