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At this moment, it was the early morning of the first day of July. The morning mist had dissipated, the sky was blue and clear, and the morning sun hung high.
The morning breeze blew, causing the carefully trimmed sunflowers and ziwei trees in the courtyard to tremble slightly. The fragrance of the flowers wafted in the wind, and along with the rustling leaves of the several bitter locust trees around, formed a vibrant scene.
In front of the courtyard gate, there was a small creek with the sound of babbling water. The simple stone house with a courtyard stood quietly beside the creek.
The maple leaves around the stone house had not yet turned red. The sparkling water circled around, making the stone house even more unapproachable and mysterious—completely different from the coarse farmhouses in the surrounding village and town. It gave a sense of a hermit's leisurely elegance.
A child in white clothes was crouched by the fence at the moment, feeding several chicks.
