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... hao put the stone in his hand to the opposite man who "winked" at his wife in front of him.

Of course, the painter won't sit there and be hit by him, but his stone is thrown on someone's easel.

When the easel was knocked over by stone, the painter hurriedly tried to protect his landscape painting for several hours. Suddenly, his calf hurt, which made him stand unsteadily. The whole person, together with his easel, fell into the stream, thumped and attracted the attention of many ...

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