Seeing that his night lamp was not out, he opened the door and entered. The man was sitting upright, staring at an unframed painting.
"Why, there is also a portrait of him in the old residence?"
"I couldn't sleep at night, so I just smeared it on."
His hand holding the lamp stopped and he stared at the man. "What you think in your heart is what you write with inspiration"
The man smiled, his face immersed in the shadow of the lamp, making it difficult to see clearly.
"It turns out that you have him in your heart..."
The man smiled and said nothing.
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