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... , Su Qingyue ground the ink in the master bedroom and quickly wrote on the rice paper with her brush. After finishing one sheet, she spread the paper on the table, one sheet after another. When the ink on the paper dried, she stacked them together.
Xiao Qinghe was weaving a bamboo basket in the yard. Looking through the open window, he saw his wife with her long hair cascading over her chest. Her penmanship was swift and elegant, her eyes focused intently on the tip of the brush.
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