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... Yun said with a smile.
Jiang Yong, who is telling a story to a group of old ladies, immediately saw it.
When he saw the cloud painting, he immediately lit his eyes: "You are painting, I am awkward, shouting."
Cloud painting smiled. "Don't worry, my mother has been hurt before. The memory is not clear. She always wanted to find her own home. But first make sure it is true, otherwise if it is wrong, my mom. It’s going to be sad for a long time.”
"How could it be fake?" ...
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