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... ll the visitors had left, and the little ones who had played wildly all day also fell into a sweet dreamland, while Yang Qing was lying on the bed looking at the painting drawn by Lu Jie.
In the painting, I stand and bend over in front of the pancake and fruit cart inherited from my grandma, dripping with sweat but smiling.
Xiao Qiuer stood on tiptoe, stretched out her little hand to receive the money, her face was filled with joy and excitement.
Xiaodong was sitting o ...
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