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"What do you do?" "I'm a painter." Wen Ren hummed and smiled, the smoke from the cigarette leaked into the air from the corner of his mouth, and the thin white color quickly disappeared in the neon surrounding of the night city. He gently shook the cigarette body between his two fingers, and a piece of gray residue fell softly, floating in the air like small snowflakes. "You are sick," he said. Not finished, add another sentence. "Only crazy people paint." The visitor squatted down next to him nonchalantly and lit a cigarette, but he did not smoke it. He just played with it between his fingers and watched the sparks struggling brightly and covertly in the night. . "Do you know what this world is?" He doesn't speak. "It's just a madhouse." The visitor smiled. \U002F\u002F\u002F \u002F\u002F\u002F "We are all crazy, everyone in the world is crazy."