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My "favorite boy" is a talented man. His mother died of illness and had no money to bury her, so I bought all his calligraphy and paintings at a high price. This poor talented man served me humiliatingly for three years. He makes me sleepless and I make him learn to bark. "Woof!" "Woof!" He screamed through gritted teeth. Until my family fell into decline and I gave him his freedom. Without saying a word, he took the deed of betrayal and turned around to leave. Three years later, I was performing in a theater, and a poor talent became the number one scholar in a new subject. I rested my head on his lap. "Woof!" "Woof!"