He looked at me and smiled, revealing a row of white teeth: "Come on, come on, pen for you, you come and write down." ”

He threw the pen at me.

I took the brush into my hand, and it was very lightweight, but the ink-stained head was extraordinarily heavy, even a little heavy.

I picked up the brush and didn't say anything, just looked at him calmly.

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