A fly landed in front of him on the seat back, it from calm content, rubbing his hands, stretched out his arm to embrace a head, desperately hard friction that its head almost seems to be to body and separation, like a piece of thread like neck exposed, you can see clearly; it used fiddle with the hind wings, the wings to gently touch, as if that were the coat tails. It easygoing old there doing the full set of comb dress of Kung Fu, seems to be knowing that their absolute safety in general.
