Villagers in homespun short shirts carried farm produce past him, casting sideways glances his way, their eyes twinkling with amusement. He could still hear the fading chatter of their conversation.,Though it was clearly village gossip, they didn't seem to be avoiding him, the person involved.,Because this Hao Ran is not that Hao Ran, he... comes from the 21st century where wild connections are as commonplace as dinner.。