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Lin Hao stood before a solid stone arch bridge, facing the intoxicating spring breeze. He looked at the farmers working diligently on both sides of the river and the women picking mulberry leaves, but his eyes were filled with melancholy.,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.。