The folding fan in Li Ye's hand was painted with an ink landscape painting, antique and profound. There were five words on the upper right, a river and a mountain. Today, Li Ye was wearing a white robe of a scholar with no fancy decorations. He smiled with a peaceful look as he waved the folding fan gently. His manner was very natural and unrestrained. But soon, his smile disappeared and he narrowed his eyes. His smiling face became gloomy. A few fishing boats were moored along the river a hundred paces to the left front. It was in the afternoon, so the fishermen were having meals. On an old fishing boat with a broken bamboo mat as its top, an old man in his fifties and a teenager girl were cooking fish in a fire on the bow. The two people wore coarse clothes with many patches. The old man's hair was grey, fluffy and sparse. His face was furrowed, he was skin and bone, and his eye sockets sagged. The constant exposure to the wi
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