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It was a very ordinary house, largely undecorated, simple, but by no means spartan. Because there was a man in the house. His clothing was also very simple, sitting casually on a wooden stool, with a bowl of water, fresh water, on the wooden table in front of him. He did not move, and the water did not move. His eyes are like distant mountains, curling into the depths of the green sky, the water is also far-reaching, although in a bowl, but like the autumn...