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My Brush Is Too Light, I Can Only Paint a Small You When my grandmother passed away, she left me a colorful paintbrush. The barrel of the pen was made of transparent resin and wrapped in a small section of iridescence. I tried to draw a line on the paper, and the pen tip slid over without leaving any trace. I think this is probably a beautiful ornament, the thought about color she left to me. I later discovered that this pen only glows during the rainy season. When the rain hits the window, the iridescence in the pen holder will flow, as if it c 1Favorites3Clicks/ch—Nutrition
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Miss Xiaoqi and Mr. Eleven That summer, the cicadas were chirping. In September, Chen Shiyi's seat was in the second to last row, by the window. He only joined this group of energetic fresh graduates after he failed the big exam in June. The gloominess on his body was incompatible with the brightness of this classroom. Strange tables and chairs, strange faces, he shrunk himself into a speck of dust in the corner. Until Lin Xiaoqi appeared. She is not light, but she is harder to ignore than light - she is the kind of girl 1Favorites2Clicks/ch—Nutrition