Clouds pick mountains.
Tan Zhilang walked out of the room, and a stream of cold air hit his face.
"Ha! It's getting colder and colder!"
He made a ball of palms and blew hot air into it. Then he took the axe and was ready to cut some firewood.
"Are you ready to work so early?"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded nearby. Tan Zhilang turned his head and looked. His eyes lit up and he trotted over.
"Mr. Qingcun, long time no see!"
Aoki said, "I was busy the other day."
Tan Zhilang sniffled and looked puzzled: "Mr. Qingcun's smell seems to have changed