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April is a humid and cold season in the south of the Yangtze River. It is a season of indecision, lingering sadness, and a season of vulnerability. When Chen Ran got up, he saw the message note on the table. The handwriting was sloppy, but elegant and capable, and the structure was well spaced. At first glance, he looked like someone who had practiced calligraphy. Yes, this is Mr. Xu Wei's handwriting. In an era when mobile phones are prevalent, two people still use such a primitive method to leave messages, which is really enviable and puzzling. But this does not prevent the two people from liking each other. First of all, they have both studied calligraphy. Xu Wei is also a painter and is also a semi-expert in calligraphy.