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The story of two idiots. (But already forgotten)
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I looked at the flower that Xie Tan said was carved with the ten-step technique of one person, and it was hard to put it into words. I couldn't say that it had nothing to do with the flower, but it was more consistent with a lump of mud.
I felt disgusted, but I still accepted it. After all, Xie Tan had good intentions.
Xie Tan saw that I was staring at Hua for a long time and asked me.
[Don't you think it looks good? ]
I was stunned. I didn't say how he could see it, but I still decided to comfort him.
[No, you carved a piece of cow dung for me, and I think it is very beautiful. ]
[You mean the flowers I carved look like cow dung? ]
Xie Tan, you really weren't smart when you should be smart, why are you so smart now.
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##Warm reminder from the talkative author##
##I haven't filled it out for so long that I have forgotten what they are like#It's a bit fragmented
##Quickly fill in the pit, practice writing some colors in the extra chapter, if you want to be a novel author, how can you not write colors that meet the review, practice ##Go astray early
##Do I need to wear a brain##Don't wear it, please
#Hahaha, I'm successful. It seems that I have the potential to write about colors. I'm actually locked. But do I need to be locked at this level?
Purpose: To fill the vacancy in the novel world where the protagonist does not have an idiot