Debut After Eight Years

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Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian and said expectantly: "Oh? Professor Wang is preparing to splash a few inks? Some time ago, I heard the circulating in the circle, and now there is a remarkable newcomer in the Chinese calligraphy circle. At a young age, he has created his own. A kind of calligraphy font, beautiful and unrestrained freehand, has condensed the charm of master class"

"Later I learned that the newcomer was Professor Wang. I specially studied Professor Wang’s thin gold font, which is indeed a very good calligraphy font. I have also practiced for a period of time recently, but it is a pity that I am too old and unable to do my best. ."

"It is a great blessing to be able to see Professor Wang personally swipe his money today."

Tao Zhishan smiled and said, "Professor Li is also the vice president of the Beijing Calligraphy Association."

Okay.

The deputy director of the National Orchestra, or the deputy director of the Beijing Calligraphy Association, what else?

If you can vote in the ministry, I guess there is still any identity in the system...

Wang Qian didn't dare to ask anymore.

Otherwise, he would know too much.

Li Xiyan smiled embarrassedly: "It's just a part-time job. I haven't been to the association for several years to participate in activities. I heard that the Calligraphy Association is very active recently, and they are discussing your thin gold calligraphy fonts, and opinions are very different. Wang The appearance of Professor you has made the literary world that was originally a stagnant water alive."

Li Xiyan is a Taishan Beidou-level figure in the Beijing cultural circle, so he is also qualified to say this.

Wang Qian’s several ancient poetry works, several modern poems, and thin gold calligraphy works have made the literary world, which has been silent for more than ten or twenty years, become very active. Almost everyone is discussing about him. The matter, there is no end to controversy.

Wang Qian had already reacted and glared at Jiang Yu and Murong Yue, and the two of them stood there very obediently without speaking.

"Oh? Professor Li passed the award. I saw some comments, my calligraphy is very controversial. I don't have many people, but the number of people who belittle me is unclear."

Wang Qian said modestly: "I'm still young and far from the master."

Li Xiyan: "Time will prove something after all. Today I will personally take a look at Professor Wang's thin gold calligraphy. I have returned to the capital, so I can talk to friends from the Calligraphy Association."

Wang Qian stood up and smiled, "Then I will show my ugliness."

Qin Xuerong, Jiang Yu, and Murongyue quickly packed the dining table out, spread a layer of solid wood boards, and then took out Wang Qian's pen, ink, paper and inkstone and placed them one by one.

Qin Xuerong must have come in person for the work of grinding ink.

Jiang Yu and Murong Yue carefully prepared Wang Qian's paper and pen.

everything's ready.

Wang Qian smiled and nodded to Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, He Chaohui, and then walked over.

Li Xiyan, Tao Zhishan, and He Chaohui stood up and followed them, standing in front of the table without talking, just watching them so seriously.

He Chaohui is the most casual, because she has no interest in calligraphy and doesn't know much about calligraphy. She is just a little curious and expects that Wang Qian's calligraphy performance will be recognized by Li Xiyan.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are both upper-class figures in the Beijing cultural circle, and Li Xiyan is an old senior in the calligraphy circle. Their recognition of Wang Qian can greatly affect the Beijing cultural circle's views on Wang Qian.

Therefore, Jiang Yu deliberately mentioned this matter and wanted Wang Qian to write calligraphy in public.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan took the most seriously.

Thin gold calligraphy has been the most popular on the Internet these past two days, and they have all paid attention to it.

Because Wang Qian’s activity of giving away calligraphy on Weibo has aroused great attention, even people who don’t usually surf the Internet often hear them mentioned by people around him.

Moreover, Wang Qian's calligraphy has also caused bidding among fans, and news of the sale of more than two million super sky-high prices was reported.

This is simply an extremely high price that is impossible among contemporary calligraphy masters who are still alive.

Therefore, both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan wanted to see them with their own eyes.

What is Wang Qian's calligraphy level?

What is the beauty of thin gold calligraphy fonts?

I saw it.

Wang Qian picked up the brush and didn't write directly. Instead, he stood in front of the table, constantly brewing the inner mood of the two pieces of divination praising the plum, as well as the charm of the thin gold fonts.

For calligraphy fonts to have spirit and spirit, calligraphy masters must truly concentrate their spirit and spirit into it.

Like the so-called bells and whistles, apart from selling ugliness, they don't have any calligraphy spirit, and the characters they write are even more ugly.

Under the gaze of everyone present.

Wang Qian's spirit and spirit gradually became chic and elegant, as if he was an expert in the world, and there was also a chill of aloofness on his body.

It seems to be an expert from outside the world, and it is also like a winter plum blossoming in the snow and ice in winter...

Both Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan are well versed in calligraphy, especially Li Xiyan has practiced calligraphy for 30 to 40 years. One foot has already reached the threshold of master level, but he has never been able to step into this door.

Therefore, both of them were slightly shocked at the moment.

Because this is the realm they both pursue.

This is the realm of master calligraphy.

Li Xiyan has been thinking about it for more than ten years, but he has not been able to truly set foot in this state.

Tao Zhishan is farther away. Although it is impossible to achieve this in his life, he still yearns for it.

now……

A young man in his thirties has a very strong spirit and aura that blends into calligraphy.

In Li Xiyan's eyes that were originally muddy because of his old age, there was also a shocking light at this moment, staring at Wang Qian with piercing eyes, paying attention to Wang Qian's every move and every change in his expression.

At this moment, he regarded Wang Qian as a teacher, and he was studying the teacher's words and deeds with his heart.

The brush in Wang Qian's hand was gently dipped in ink on the inkstone, his movements were natural and freehand, as if he was holding a handful of floating dust to brush away the troubles of the world, and each stroke moved with his heart.

Then, Wang Qian's expression was focused, and his whole person blended with the brush.

When the writing brush falls on white paper.

It seems that the brush is not moving.

It's that Wang Qian's whole body is moving.

Bu operator, chanting plum.

now.

Everyone has not paid attention to what Wang Qian wrote.

Even Murong Yue and Jiang Yu, who had been curious to know the content just now, were attracted and even fascinated by the breath of Wang Qian's body at this moment. They didn't pay attention to the content at all. They just looked at Wang Qian and when Wang Qian started writing. The words written one by one, it seems that there are very beautiful things in them.

Beside the broken bridge outside the post, lonely and no master.

It's already dusk alone, and even more wind and rain.

Have no intention of struggling to fight for spring, once Qunfang is jealous.

Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.

Wang Qian finished writing the first song by the divination operator, chanting the plum, in one go.

Every word is poured out by him with his own spirit.

Therefore, every word is so dashing and windy, thin and beautiful, each one is as arrogant and cold as a master of Taoism.

Finish writing.

Wang Qian took a break.

Put the brush on the inkstone and move the joints and muscles of the whole body.

Although, just standing there and bending over to write.

However, Wang Qian felt as exhausted and exhausted as he was moving bricks and working all night.

The room is still extremely quiet.

No one speaks.

Li Xiyan stayed on the crutches, and his whole spirit seemed very excited, his eyes still staring at the thin gold writing written by Wang Qian without blinking.

Tao Zhishan is the same, his eyes are a little shocked.

They have seen Wang Qian's extreme admiration by people such as Lu Chunhu and Tang Hepeng before, and they have evaluated Wang Qian as the first person in modern calligraphy.

Although they did not stand up to spray Lu Chunhu and others like some people did, they still disapproved in their hearts and felt that they were exaggerating.

However, now I see Wang Qian after writing a calligraphy with my own eyes.

They only knew that, perhaps, what Lu Chunhu and others were saying were from the heart.

Wang Qian took a rest for ten seconds. After adjusting his state, he picked up the brush again, dipped in the ink, and quickly entered the state.

Continue to write the second song.

Bu operator, chanting plum.

Wind and rain send spring back, and Feixue welcomes spring.

It is a cliff with hundreds of feet of ice, and there are still flowers and branches.

Qiao does not fight for spring, only to report spring.

When the mountain flowers were blooming, she smiled in the bushes.

It was still done in one go.

Wang Qian has thoroughly mastered the strength of the master-level calligraphy realm.

Therefore, writing becomes more and more proficient and relaxed.

However, the consumption is still a lot.

Finish writing.

There was a layer of sweat on Wang Qian's forehead.

Qin Xuerong looked distressed. Seeing Wang Qian put down his brush, she quickly picked up the towel prepared in advance and gently wiped the sweat from Wang Qian's forehead. Her eyes were full of worry and distress, and she wanted to tell Wang Qian to rest and not write. NS.

However, she knew it was not over yet.

If only Jiang Yu, Murong Yue, and He Chaohui were the audience, Qin Xuerong could immediately let Wang Qian rest after writing the first song just now, and wait an hour or two before writing, or writing again in a few days.

However, now that Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan, two big figures in the capital cultural circle are present, Qin Xuerong dare not decide without authorization.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan have gradually recovered from the shock.

However, Li Xiyan seemed to be even more excited, and his right hand was a little trembling.

Because when he looked at Wang Qian's writing, he seemed to comprehend something about the realm of master calligraphy.

If, this time he can digest and understand and integrate into his calligraphy.

Can't say it.

He was able to become a master calligrapher in his later years, fulfilling one of his dreams.

He is a master pianist and an orchestra conductor.

If you become a master calligrapher again.

Li Xiyan felt that he had no regrets in his life.

Even if he died immediately.

He felt that he also left with a smile.

Li Xiyan just wanted to applaud softly.

Tao Zhishan just wanted to praise Wang Qian's calligraphy.

However, after seeing Wang Qian finished writing the second piece of Bu Shuanzi Yongmei, he still stood there without moving.

Qin Xuerong picked up this piece of white paper with calligraphy and put it on the other side to dry, and then spread a layer of white paper again.

Everyone is puzzled!

and also?

Isn’t it said that there are only two works?

Qin Xuerong glanced at a few people, saw everyone's doubts, and explained in a low voice: "These two songs of chanting the plum were written by Wang Qian to Xiao Dongmei at that time, and he sent it to Xiao Dongmei when he saw Xiao Dongmei. There is another song..."

Everyone suddenly.

The three women Jiang Yu, Murong Yue and He Chaohui showed a trace of envy and jealousy towards Xiao Dongmei.

These two ancient verses chanting the plum are obviously at the same level as masterpieces, and they are hardly inferior to the chanting plum works written by other ancients they know.

In the future, if not impossible, it will be passed on.

Then, the origin of these two works will also become a good story.

Xiao Dongmei may be remembered by future generations because of this.

In history, many people have become celebrities through the ages because they were written by the works of great writers, and they are even more well-known than some great figures who have influenced the direction of history.

This is an opportunity everyone dreams of.

For ordinary people, the opportunity to stay in history is absolutely rare in a lifetime.

Even Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan showed a trace of envy because of this, but then they disappeared. They were both past that age.

Moreover, Wang Qian adjusted his breathing at the moment, took a rest for a minute or so, and then picked up the brush again.

Dip the ink!

Whistle.

Smoother and faster than the previous two.

However, the thin gold fonts written are more elegant and energetic.

The calligraphy fonts are almost integrated with Wang Qian at the moment, and the fonts are almost exactly the same as Wang Qian.

This is the true top state of the legendary master calligrapher.

People are like words!

Words are as they are!

Many people say that seeing words is like seeing people.

However, in fact, this is a realm that can only be achieved by top calligraphers, who can integrate their own spirit and life philosophy into the font.

How difficult is this?

Ordinary people practice calligraphy according to the copybook, how can they be like their own characters?

It’s just that most people judge a person’s preferences and personality from the neatness of the font. Whether the character is good in writing, the character is not good in writing. This is a very arbitrary and rough idea, and it is not. The real word is like its person.

It only takes some time to develop a neat font. People with a little patience can basically do it, but such characters cannot represent the spirit of the person.

Wang Qian is now truly realizing that words are like his words and people are like his words.

People, chic and elegant.

The words are also chic and elegant.

Beyond the world.

Thin and beautiful.

Beautiful and hidden.

The more you look, the more beautiful.

Everyone dared not speak out at this moment, and even their breathing was deliberately lowered. They were afraid of disturbing Wang Qian, or afraid of disturbing the calligraphy fonts that seemed to be coming to life.

A pair of eyes widened and looked at the thin gold font that came out from under the brush.

Qingping tune.

Yun Xiang's clothes are beautiful and beautiful, and the spring breeze is blowing on the threshold of Huanong.

If it weren't for Qunyu Shantou, we would meet at Yaotai.

The strokes are random and natural, just like the water left on the mountain, the traces of its flowing through are natural, without any deliberate traces, it is natural and natural, and it is the choice of nature.

Wang Qian's fonts are also the same at this moment. Every stroke seems to be the result of nature, and there are not many man-made traces.

Finish writing.

Wang Qian put down the brush, his whole body was a little unstable.

As if the body was hollowed out.

Qin Xuerong was not as dedicated as the others, and focused more on Wang Qian.

Therefore, when Wang Qian put down the brush, she immediately took a step forward and held Wang Qian's arm with concern on her face.

Jiang Yu and Murongyue also woke up immediately, and came together to help support Wang Qian, and the three of them helped Wang Qian sit down on the sofa in tandem.

Qin Xuerong took the towel to wipe Wang Qian again.

Jiang Yu was holding the water glass and handed it to Wang Qian's mouth. A trace of distress flashed in his eyes. He moved very cautiously, afraid of hurting Wang Qian.

Murongyue's face was also a little distressed, and she gently rubbed Wang Qian's writing arm with her hands, and muttered in a low voice: "If you are tired, don't try to continue writing, and write again next time."

The three of them seemed to have become Wang Qian's girlfriends at this moment.

This made Wang Qian stunned.

What are these three?

Wang Qian instinctively took a sip of the water Jiang Yu handed over and glanced at Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu immediately woke up, blushing, got up and left with a water glass.

Murong Yue paused while rubbing Wang Qian's arm and coughed lightly, got up and went to the table to admire Wang Qian's three calligraphy with Li Xiyan.

Qin Xuerong glared at him twice, then rubbed Wang Qian's hair vigorously, and gently twitched his ears, then went to pour Wang Qian a glass of water, put it in Wang Qian's hand, and let him drink water by himself. .

At this time.

Li Xiyan and Tao Zhishan turned around and looked away from the calligraphy, looking at Wang Qian.

Tao Zhishan gave Wang Qian a thumbs up, and said in admiration: "I heard that Professor Wang was evaluated as the first young calligrapher of the contemporary era. He was the first calligraphy master to establish a school in recent hundreds of years. It was scornful. When I saw it today, I realized that I was narrow-minded."

"Professor Wang’s own thin gold calligraphy opened my eyes. No wonder it has caused millions of people to **** it up. Every word is a rare masterpiece. People are like their own words, and their words are like their own. The natural charm in it, Let me yearn for."

"superb."

Although Tao Zhishan did not practice calligraphy for decades like Li Xiyan, but he also practiced calligraphy occasionally in his free time to cultivate his sentiment, so his calligraphy level is not bad, but his knowledge level is extremely high. There are many modern calligraphy masters in his home. There are also one or two antique-level calligraphy works.

Therefore, his high evaluation is extremely rare and has a certain degree of authority.

Li Xiyan bowed directly to Wang Qian.

Everyone present was surprised.

Wang Qian and Qin Xuerong hurriedly reached out to support Li Xiyan. They couldn't bear the big gift. They were even more afraid that Li Xiyan's body would not be able to hold on. If there was an accident here, it would be a sin.

"Professor Li, what are you doing? I can't bear it, I can't bear it! Get up quickly, get up quickly..."

Wang Qian said hurriedly.

Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui also looked at Li Xiyan in shock and doubt, and then quickly came up to help Li Xiyan together.

After all, Li Xiyan came with them. If they do something good or bad here, they will have no face to see the people in the circle when they go back, and it is even harder to explain to their family members.

Li Xiyan looked at Wang Qian with a solemn expression, stood up, and said seriously: "Professor Wang, I have seen many calligraphy masters swaying on the spot in my life, but you are the only one who makes me truly feel what artistic conception is. I have benefited a lot. When I go back this time, maybe after a while, China will have another calligraphy master."

"And this, thanks to the professor today, I Li Xiyan, even if I enter the coffin in the future, I can leave with a smile, thank you..."

Li Xiyan finally thanked Wang Qian sincerely, with excitement in his tone.

Only then did everyone understand why Li Xiyan's emotions suddenly became so agitated.

original……

It was under the influence of Wang Qian's calligraphy artistic conception that Li Xiyan comprehended the realm of calligraphy masters.

The obstacle that hindered Li Xiyan for more than ten years was broken!

Any calligrapher who really loves calligraphy will be thrilled and will definitely be grateful to Wang Qian.

In ancient times, this was the grace of giving karma.

Hearing the road in the morning, death can be done at night.

Li Xiyan has this feeling right now.

Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui did not expect that this time they would bring Li Xiyan over, and they would have such a harvest, and they couldn't help but smile.

Wang Qian hurriedly said, "Professor Li, you must not say that. If you can comprehend a deeper realm of calligraphy, it must be that you have accumulated enough, and I can rarely help. Don't do this, I will bear it. I'm sorry."

Li Xiyan patted Wang Qian's hand: "You are too humble, Professor Wang. Humility is a rare quality, but sometimes it can also be a yoke restriction."

Wang Qian smiled without saying a word.

Several people sat down again and exchanged greetings.

Then, I noticed the content of Wang Qian's three works.

Li Xiyan said: "The two chanting plums written by Professor Wang are both rare masterpieces. I have seen Xiao Dongmei, and these two works really fit her well. Xiao Dongmei, this girl, would definitely want to cherish these two works. The first Qing is flat, and the writing is beautiful. I think that woman must be a fairy-like character, right?"

Qin Xuerong said softly: "She's named Yu Jingruo. She is also a graduate of Beijing Film Academy. She is an old classmate with Wang Qian, and she is indeed like a fairy."

Li Xiyan's eyes lit up: "Oh? It's Jingruo? That's true. This poem also fits her very well. This kid has a cold temper since he was a child, and he grew up to learn acting, but I didn't expect it. The first two years have been paid. When I saw her, she looked like a fairy from a distance, but it was a pity that she was getting older and hadn't gotten a family yet."

Wang Qian was slightly surprised: "Professor Li knows Yu Jingruo?"

Li Xiyan nodded: "I have seen it a few times, and her grandfather and I are close friends."

Wang Qian stopped asking more questions.

He didn't want to ask more about Yu Jingruo's family.

Li Xiyan did not say much.

Several people once again appreciated these three calligraphy works by Wang Qian.

One is more charming than one.

This is also the result of the constant accumulation of Wang Qian's state of spirit and spirit, and the final level of balance is the peak.

However, this is also Wang Qian's limit.

After writing the Qingping Tune, I almost stood unsteadily, and couldn't write one more word.

Maybe in the next few days, he doesn't want to write.

Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui both looked at the three calligraphy, their expressions were eager to speak, and they both wanted to take any one of the three calligraphy home for collection.

Tao Zhishan himself has top appreciation ability, and he also likes calligraphy, so he likes Wang Qian's calligraphy works very much, and he is sure in his heart that Wang Qian's calligraphy works will definitely become a very valuable collection in the future. Now I can collect one or two sets. Enrich your collection library.

He doesn't want money, but what he wants to do is the cultural heritage in his own collection. Simply put, he can be in Versailles in the future.

As for He Chaohui, watching Li Xiyan admire Wang Qian's calligraphy so much, he also wanted to collect a painting and hang it at home in order to enhance the cultural heritage of his home.

However, neither of them can speak.

Because they came to Wang Qian this time because they were asking for others.

I'm leaving now, still taking things away?

That cheek is too thick.

As for Li Xiyan, although he also wanted three calligraphy by Wang Qian, he would never speak.

Because he felt that under the influence of Wang Qian, he stepped out of the door, praised this door, realized the realm of master-level calligraphy, it was a great harvest, and he owed Wang Qian's great favor.

Want Wang Qian's calligraphy?

Li Xiyan thought that he still had an old face, so he directly extinguished the thoughts in his heart, and just wanted to go back and practice his comprehension.

Moreover, he felt that he also had a deep understanding of Wang Qian's thin gold calligraphy.

After all, he is observing the calligraphy artistic conception that Wang Qian's writing thin gold body calligraphy comprehend, and he himself is influenced by Wang Qian's thin gold body spirit, so in the future, after he truly enters the realm of master calligraphy, he will naturally take his time. Written in Wang Qian’s thin gold calligraphy, because this is the spirit he has realized.

Perhaps he will be the second master calligrapher in the field of thin gold calligraphy in the future.

As if not seeing the expressions of Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui, Qin Xuerong carefully put away the three calligraphy works of Wang Qian, planning to find someone to mount it later as a collection for himself and Wang Qian.

At this moment, both Tao Zhishan and He Chaohui were slightly disappointed, but they also put away their minds, drank a glass of water, chatted a few more words, and then bid farewell to Wang Qian.

They also made an appointment with Moyin's people to talk about things.

After experiencing the excitement just now, Li Xiyan is now a little tired. Wang Qian and Jiang Yu helped him downstairs and put him in the car.

Wang Qian waved goodbye to the three.

Li Xiyan said to Wang Qian, "Professor Wang, next time you come to Beijing, come to my house and sit down. I like your thin gold calligraphy very much. Next time I will ask you to give me some pointers on my calligraphy."

Tao Zhishan also said: "I am eye-opening today. Professor Wang's status as the first person in the younger generation of calligraphy is well deserved."

He Chaohui has the lowest status. He just smiled and nodded to Wang Qian, and said softly: "Professor Wang, I look forward to your next visit to Yangyin. But I hope you communicate with me in advance and I will arrange everything for you."

Wang Qian agreed.

Anyway, if he wants to go to the capital when that time comes, then he will agree to come down.

No worries about debts.

There are too many lice, no matter whether it is itchy or not.

Three people were sent away.

The four of Wang Qian were a little tired.

However, Murong Yue and Jiang Yu also left.

They didn't want to stay as light bulbs. Wang Qian's house was not as big as a villa, and there was not enough space for them to escape, so they simply left and went to live in the original villa.

Qin Xuerong went to see them in person.

Wang Qian went back to his house to rest by himself.

Everyone is gone...

Wang Qian lay on the sofa alone, feeling unprecedented ease and freedom.

Everything goes with the wind.

I haven't felt this way for a long time.

It seems to be back when I was single.

Wang Qian closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly and imperceptibly.

Today, he is so tired.

Lectures and calligraphy writing are both extremely exhausting tasks.

I don't know how long I slept.

Wang Qian felt that someone was touching his face and slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing a familiar face appeared in front of me.

Somewhat like Qin Xuerong...

But... it's not Xuerong!

More than Qin Xuerong, the precipitation of some book fragrance and the independent temperament of a strong woman~www.novelmt.com~ is...

Qin Xuehong?

Wang Qian immediately woke up.

His eyes widened, and he saw clearly the figure sitting in front of the sofa, in front of him, one hand was gently rubbing his cheek.

It is Qin Xuehong.

Qin Xuehong was wearing a gray windbreaker and a white shirt inside. Her hair was tied at random on top of her head and turned into a simple ball head. His intellectually beautiful face was smiling. When Wang Qian woke up, he smiled and said, "Why, I was surprised to see me? "

Wang Qian nodded: "When did Sister Xuehong come? How did she come in?"

Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian's face without blinking: "I just came and asked Xue Rong for the key last time. I occasionally come to stay with you for a few days, looking for inspiration for life in a small house."

Good guy, there is no inspiration to live in a big villa, come to a small house of more than 100 square meters to find inspiration and experience the hardships of ordinary people?

However, the house is also millions, which is not the life of ordinary people...

Unnaturally began the Versailles literary performance.

Wang Qian said oh.

Qin Xuehong continued to look at Wang Qian: "I know, Xue Rong is chasing you, right?"

Wang Qian thought for a while and nodded.

Qin Xuehong smiled and said with a little regret: "If I knew you first, I would chase you, and if I didn't chase you, I won't stop. In this regard, I am very similar to Xuerong, and we are both sisters. Whatever my dad wants, he must be successful. Whatever he wants, he must find a way to get it."

"I want you now, what should I do?"

Qin Xuerong stared at Wang Qian with a strong desire for possession in her eyes, still sliding one hand gently on Wang Qian's cheek.

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