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... s surroundings. His brush moved swiftly, forming a magnificent essay.
Fully engrossed, his mind was calm—it felt wonderful.
By the time Zhu Ping'an finished writing a piece of eight-legged essay, it was already noon. Feeling a bit hungry, he put away his brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, washed his hands, and headed downstairs.
Reaching the first floor, Zhu Ping'an habitually greeted the innkeeper and politely asked the waiter to prepare his usual meal—one meat dish, one v ...
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