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The north wind was blowing, and snowflakes were falling in the sky.

A snowflake fell on the white paper, Chen Shouxing held the brush to write and paused slightly, put the brush on the pen stand, and blew off the snowflakes on the paper.

As he began to pack his things and was about to leave, a female voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Mr. Chen." A woman dressed as a maid, "My master wants to write a letter, please you."

"Xianggong, Why is your painting style so normal" Chapter 77 is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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