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All eyes beheld a crowd clad in homespun tunics, their waists cinched with pale cloth belts. Both men and women sported long hair, styled into loose topknots atop their heads. The faces of the elder men bore etchings of hardship deeper than the yellow earth itself.,It was that very spring, he devoted himself to a common scholar from Changlin Village.,Lin Haoran's days were passing pleasantly. That day, he returned from negotiating a contract with the library of a certain university and had a beautiful encounter with that tall elder sister.。