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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.,Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,He was an orphan, but after several attempts, he became a fluent-speaking business vice president. Due to the lack of a family, he liked to sneak into flower fields, regardless of lonely women or naive young men, they all fell victim to his charms, and he lived a carefree and happy life.。