Wei Tu sat on a stone outside the stables, took out a dry tobacco pipe from his waist, stuffed some dried tobacco leaves into the brass pipe bowl, lit it with fire paper and puffed a few times.,Only through those clear black-and-white eyes could one barely tell that he was a boy.,The face in the basin kept changing, Weitu's appearance had grown older, from a youthful weariness to truly becoming an old man with crow’s feet and white hair.。