风雪中走来一位中年汉子。他肤色粗黑,身不高,体不壮,深陷的黑眼晴闪烁着敏锐和智慧的光芒,瘦削的脸因严肃而显出一种刚毅。如果你把手伸给他,他那琴师般、细长的手传导给你的是一股电流般的热能,从那传导过来的热流中,从那深黑的眸子里, Snow came a middle-aged man. His skin was black, he was not tall, his body was not strong, and the black eyes deep in his eyes shone with a sharp and intelligent light. The skinny face showed a kind of resoluteness because of its seriousness. If you put your hand over to him, his master-like, slender hands will direct you to a current-like heat, from the dark heat that passes through it,