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A man, an old dog, walking in a snowy wheat field. The man took one step at a time, his mouth puffing a cloud of white air, "My name is Wang Xiping, my name is Wang Xiping." "Wang Xiping, you are of the Xi generation, I am of the Bao generation, in terms of generation, you are my nephew, you have to call me aunt." -First acquaintance: "Wang Xiping, let's be brothers, the kind of worship." When close friends: "Fa Hai, you've heard of him, right?...