Defrauding Teachers and Stealing Love

On the morning of the entrance exam, Wei Nanhe got up before dawn and couldn't sleep all night. After checking all kinds of documents and stationery for Le Zhengqi, he sat by the bed and lit a cigarette habitually. He had just taken two puffs Busy pinching, for fear of waking up Lezheng Qixun.

Le Zhengqi slept soundly, because of the heat, he kicked away the thin summer coolness, put his hands on both sides of his head as if surrendering, Wei Nanhe pulled down his cotton T-shirt to cover his navel, and then held his soft He squeezed his hands lightly, and put them on his lips for a kiss.

Professor Wei said to himself that this year, he will use all his contacts to get him to the Department of Liberal Arts and Museology, otherwise he will not have the willpower to continue studying next year because of his impetuous temper.

In the early morning, Aunt Wu was making breakfast in the kitchen. Before everyone got up, Bai Weiyu floated into the kitchen with superficial steps, his eyes were out of focus, his face was dark, and he said faintly: "Wu Auntie, do you have anything to eat? I'm so hungry..."

Aunt Wu was washing vegetables, looked up at Bai Weiyu's panda eyes, and sighed deeply: "Weiyu, you stayed up late again?"

Bai Weiyu opened the refrigerator, and replied weakly: "Well... I stayed up for four nights, rewrote the thesis several times, and finally revised it in a decent way." Then, he took out an eggplant and held it with T As soon as the shirt is wiped, it will be stuffed into the mouth.

Aunt Wu had sharp eyes and quick hands, and quickly snatched it away: "Dead child, how can eggplant be eaten raw?"

Bai Weiyu rolled his eyes dullly: "Eh? I clearly saw cucumbers..."

Aunt Wu slammed the refrigerator shut and scolded, "Just sit and wait for me, it will be ready in 10 minutes!"

Yang Xiaokong also entered the kitchen, and called out listlessly: "Aunt Wu, good morning, Weiyu, good morning..."

Bai Weiyu corrected him dyingly: "Call me brother..."

"Yes... good morning, brother." Yang Xiaokong opened the refrigerator, searched aimlessly, and sighed: "I'm so hungry..."

Both Bai Weiyu's painting exhibition and defense are imminent, and he has no time to spare. There are still two lacquer paintings that have not been trimmed, so he has to arrest Yang Xiaokong to help polish the paint. You, life has become so beautiful!"

Yang Xiaokong broke his hand away, and said seriously: "Brother, please respect yourself."

"Damn!" Bai Weiyu said angrily, "I'll turn over your cards again tonight."

Yang Xiaokong fainted: "Please forgive me!"

Le Zhengqi yawned and appeared at the kitchen door: "Xiao Baizi, Xiao Yangzi, serve me for dinner."

Aunt Wu suppressed a smile: "Don't play tricks one by one, the rice is ready, and the eggs and steamed buns will be steamed right away."

Wei Nanhe slapped Le Zhengqi on the back of the head, "Hurry up, serve the meal quickly!" Then hurriedly fetched a ladle and chair for Le Zhengqi, and said to Bai Weiyu and Yang Xiaokong: "Don't squeeze, he In time for the exam."

The two people moved away together, Le Zhengqi took the ladle, put aside the oil on the porridge, and muttered while looking for the meat: "Where is the meat? Don't hide..."

Wei Nanhe lowered his face and grabbed the ladle, filled him with a large bowl of porridge, and put it on the table with a bang, "Quick, quick, quick!"

Le Zhengqi sat down obediently and ate with his head buried.

After Bai Weiyu and Yang Xiaokong finished serving the porridge, they sat down on the left and right opposite Le Zhengqi, and Yang Xiaokong asked, "Senior Brother Wei, don't you want to eat?"

Wei Nanhe took a few puffs of cigarettes, stood behind Le Zhengqi and said, "I'm not hungry, you eat."

Bai Weiyu had nothing to say, "Xiaoqi, do you have confidence?"

"No." Le Zhengqi answered fluently.

Bai Weiyu smiled: "If you fail the exam, you can take the exam again. Don't be stressed, just relax."

Le Zhengqi held the ladle in his mouth and said vaguely: "If you can't pass the exam, you won't take the exam."

Wei Nanhe dragged the chair beside him and sat down, then said slowly, "It's enough to perform at a normal level, good boy, eat quickly."

Aunt Wu took out the boiled eggs, Yang Xiaokong and Bai Weiyu each shared an egg, the quail eggs were all from Le Zhengqi, Wei Nanhe was busy peeling the eggshells, and told Le Zhengqi without a word: "Remind you again, After filling in the admission ticket number, you must confirm it again, understand?"

"I know." Le Zhengqi took a bite of a quail egg.

Yang Xiaokong poured some soy sauce on his eggs, and interjected, "Xiao Qi will become a student of Duan He when he is admitted to the Department of Literature and Museology."

Le Zhengqi glanced at Wei Nanhe: "I really want to take the liberal arts department?"

Wei Nanhe didn't even raise his head, "You are the most suitable for this department."

"But I don't like it."

Wei Nanhe put Aunt Wu's freshly fried vegetables into his bowl, "Fool, this department is tailor-made for you, what else would you do if you don't study it?"

Le Zhengqi argued: "Can I not get involved in other industries? I don't like this industry, I'm so tired!"

Wei Nanhe didn't allow him to object: "What's wrong with this profession? Besides, you have this talent." He raised his chin to the two juniors, "If you don't believe me, you can ask them, what major is more suitable for you than cultural archeology?"

Bai Weiyu shook his head: "Not anymore."

Yang Xiaokong nodded: "Brother Wei is right."

"Really? Be good, don't be awkward." Wei Nanhe patted the child's head, "Listen to the adults."

Bai Weiyu shook his legs, and said casually: "Anyway, Xiao Qi, you are inseparable from the tomb in this life. You crawled out of the small tomb and got into the big tomb of the Department of Cultural and Cultural Affairs. Your future work will also..."

Wei Nanhe shouted: "Bai Weiyu, no one will treat you as dumb if you don't speak!"

"I'm not wrong!" Bai Weiyu's forehead twitched and was about to erupt when Yang Xiaokong kicked him secretly. He immediately thought that Lezheng Qi's big exam today was very important, and arguing would affect the children's emotions, so he snarled silently.

Yang Xiaokong smoothed things over and said: "Learning knowledge about cultural relics is so interesting. If I have the opportunity, I would also like to go to the Department of Cultural and Museum studies. I like these things, but unfortunately I can only learn by myself."

"But I don't like it." Le Zhengqi bit her lip, playing with the little porridge left in the bowl with a ladle.

Wei Nanhe was very troubled, and persuaded: "Take the exam first, don't worry about it, and only apply after the exam."

Le Zhengqi reluctantly stuffed another quail egg into his mouth.

The weather at the beginning of June was heavy, and the sun shone on Professor Wei's head, making his eyes white. When Le Zhengliu rushed to the outside of the examination room, the child had already taken the exam for more than two hours, and Wei Nanhe had also stood outside the school gate for two hours. For more than an hour, Le Zhengliu found Wei Nanhe among a group of parents and complained, "Why don't you go wait in the car? It's so hot."

Wei Nanhe shook his head, "It's fine."

Le Zhengliu handed over the mineral water, "Why are you nervous? What kind of book can he study seriously? If he doesn't pass the exam, forget it."

Wei Nanhe took a big sip of water, "Have you ever thought about what he will do when he grows up?"

Le Zhengliu thought for a while, then smiled and said: "Let him go, it's okay if he doesn't work, it's not that the family can't afford him, you really worry more than my dad."

"He's not a puppy, he can be raised for a lifetime just by eating and drinking." Wei Nanhe smiled wryly: "Neither you nor your uncle want to spend the rest of your life with him, and you won't know my difficulties."

Wei Nanhe got engaged when he was in his early twenties, his fiancée was in poor health and couldn't have children, he thought that he didn't care about it was the greatest tolerance for her, but later he reflected on himself, he was too masculine, too arbitrary, and didn't understand romance, Not considerate, the most terrible thing is that he is so passionate about porcelain that he ignores the delicate thoughts of his fiancée.

In fact, he loved that woman very much, and only after losing it did he realize how much he loved her. Unfortunately, it was hard to keep her heart, and he couldn't get it back.

In the early days, he often drove around the place where Du Youshan lived. Sometimes he would see his ex-fiancee go downstairs to take out the garbage or buy vegetables. He couldn't help, so he had no choice but to secretly give Du Youshan a lot of care, not to help Du Youshan, but to hope that woman would have a better life and not suffer with Du Youshan.

In a blink of an eye, that woman's son is already in primary school, and time flies by. People who are not over 20 years old can't wait to grow up, and after 20 years old, they trot all the way to [-]. Wei Nanhe has no time to feel sad, because his The little lover made him worry so much, everyone said that a remarried man is a treasure, not an ordinary doting wife, Wei Nanhe is indeed a second marriage in a sense, and he just wished he could keep Le Zhengqi in his caring pocket.

Le Zhengqi handed in the paper half an hour earlier, but the iron gate of the school would not open before the time. He looked timidly at Wei Nanhe through the iron gate, and said in a low voice, "I'm not very good at writing."

Wei Nanhe licked his cracked lips, really dumbfounding: "You don't know how to write and you hand in the paper early? See for yourself how many people come out so early!"

Le Zhengqi held onto the railing of the iron gate, bowed his head and said nothing.

"If you can't take the test, you can't take the test if you sit in it. Why are you yelling?" Le Zhengliu squeezed Wei Nanhe away, and hurriedly handed the ice cream to his younger brother, "Is it hot? Look at you sweating."

Le Zhengqi took it, unpacked it, licked the ice cream, and suddenly said, "Nan He, don't hit me when the grades come out."

Le Zhengliu sneered, and gave Wei Nanhe a vicious look: "You dare to hit my brother?"

Wei Nanhe rubbed his nose in embarrassment, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Le Zhengliu patted his younger brother's face, "Don't be afraid, he dare not move a finger of yours."

Wei Nanhe turned around to smoke, and said in his heart: Damn child, I will report your sister as soon as I see it, I will love you for nothing.

The official kiln ruins dug by Du Youshan sent people to dig deeper and deeper. The pile of Jiajing porcelain pieces is more than ten meters deep. The set of procedures does not need Du Youshan's handling. It was originally arranged by Wu Jia, but Wu Jia was not around for a while, the foreman went directly to Du Youshan, carried a cardboard box into the office, and changed his tone of excitement: "Boss Du, This time I got rich!"

Du Youshan hurriedly closed the door, and reprimanded in a low voice: "What are you shouting about?"

The foreman dumped all the tiles in the cardboard box on Du Youshan's desk: "Boss Du, it's red in glaze."

Du Youshan picked up a piece of porcelain and picked off the dirt sticking to it, quite surprised: "How many?"

"A lot!" The foreman stomped his feet exaggeratedly, "The pits we dug are all underglaze red."

Du Youshan was taken aback, but quickly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and asked calmly, "How many people know?"

"The team at the head, the people behind haven't entered yet."

"Go back and call half of the people out, send them away with an extra sum of money, and tell them to keep their mouths in check, otherwise they will bear the consequences." Du Youshan looked at several pieces of porcelain over and over again. Due to insufficient fire in the kiln, the glaze and The carcass is not well bonded, and the glaze is also dull. He pondered for a moment, and then instructed: "The rest of the people should also pay close attention. They don't know much about it, so don't spread it indiscriminately."

The foreman rubbed his hands excitedly and asked, "So, when will Mr. Wu come back? I'll ask him about the commission..."

Du Youshan said angrily: "I'm the boss, I'm standing here, why do you ask other people?"

The people below all know that Du Youshan let Wu Jia make most of the decisions. Wu Jia is easy to talk, and his actions are more generous than Du Youshan. The several foremen in charge of the project privately regard Wu Jia as the second boss. It is best to ask him to solve everything, the foreman Shrinking his neck, he blinked obscenely: "Uh... don't worry, don't rush, let's talk about it later."

Du Youshan sneered: "Wait until Wujia comes back?"

The foreman smiled regretfully: "Mr. Wu is familiar with this project. He usually supervises the work. The workers are familiar with him. Let's discuss it with you when he comes back."

Du Youshan snorted, waved his hand and said, "I see, go, go." As he spoke, he flipped through the memo left by Wu Jia, and saw the words emphasized in red pen on it, reminding him to add a bracket, so he signed a check To the foreman, "Add a few more brackets on each floor. I will oversee the construction next week. If you don't finish it, you are ready to leave."

After the foreman left, Du Youshan chanted according to the words written in the memo: "Du Yin's injury has just had stitches removed, so don't touch water when washing your face."

He couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, smiled halfway, threw the memo far away, and cursed inexplicably: "Bitch!"

When Du Youshan came home at night, he dragged his son to court him: "Du Yin, Dad will wash your face."

Du Yin shrank timidly towards Du Mao: "Father, it's not time for bed yet."

"Then let's take a shower first." Du Youshan smiled.

"Father, I can wash myself." Du Yin had already shrunk behind his younger brother.

Du Youshan dragged Du Yin over: "My dear son, the wound on your head should not touch water, Dad will help you."

Du Mao grabbed Du Yin, his eyes widened: "What do you want?"

Du Youshan was upset: "What do you want to do, kid? Is your skin itchy?"

Grandma Gui pulled Du Mao away in time: "Good boy, don't mess around."

Du Youshan successfully snatched the elder son from the younger son, threw it into the bathroom, closed the door, and rolled up his sleeves with a smile, "Come on, baby, Dad hasn't bathed you yet!"

"Father, I can do it myself!" Du Yin ran away in panic like a chicken waiting to be plucked.

Du Youshan turned on the faucet, grabbed his son with the shower head, and said, "Be good, be good, come here, Dad will learn to take care of you in the future."

Du Yin sobbed in shock: "Uncle Wu... help me!"

Du Youshan turned his face away: "Damn child! Come here!"

Du Yin squatted under the sink, looking at him pitifully, but refused to go.

Du Youshan stretched out his claws and pinched his son's thin neck, threw him into the bathtub, and yelled: "Toast, don't eat and fine wine, be honest! Take off your clothes!"

Du Yin blinked a big teardrop, took off his clothes aggrievedly, and curled up in the bathtub.

"Hold your head." Du Youshan ordered, and Du Yin obediently hugged his head.

Du Youshan showered his son with the shower head like watering flowers, then squeezed a big lump of shower gel on the bath ball, "Stand up."

Du Yin stood up trembling all over.

"Lie against the wall."

The child was lying innocently against the wall with his head in his arms.

Du Youshan washed him from top to bottom, "Turn around." The child turned around like a robot, sobbing and crying.

Du Youshan was dissatisfied: "Father treats you so well, why are you crying?"

"Wow..." Du Yin finally couldn't bear it any longer, and shouted while crying, "Daddy is so scary!"

Du Youshan couldn't get angry, so he slapped his son's butt several times, and shouted: "Why am I scary? You damn child, you still cry! If you cry again, I will beat you to death!" Du Yin ignored him, sobbing furiously Out of breath.

Du Mao kicked the door outside the bathroom and yelled loudly: "My surname is Du, try to bully my brother again!"

Du Youshan was angry and funny: Isn't your kid surnamed Du?

But the more Du Mao scolded, the worse it sounded: "My surname is Du, you old bastard! When you get old, I will lock you in the toilet and only give you green peppers and carrots every day!"

Du Youshan let go of his crying elder son, wiped his trousers with both hands, opened the door, and stared at his younger son condescendingly, with a ferocious expression: "Say it again!"

Under the huge shadow of his father, Du Mao retreated again and again, his arrogance dropped a lot: "I, I... green peppers and carrots are rich in vitamin ABCDE, as Uncle Wu said..."

Du Youshan laughed back angrily, picked up Du Mao, pressed him on the sofa, and beat him hard. Du Mao wailed hoarsely, and he didn't know which TV series he learned his lines from: "Help...or you will kill me, I will kill you." If I am alive, I will definitely find you to avenge my father's death... You can kill me... But the wound that is as big as a bowl hurts..."

Grandma Gui rubbed her hands and tried to persuade the fight: "You are guilty, Boss Du, why did you go home and beat the child? Really, really, why hasn't Mr. Wu come back, how are you going to live these days..."

Du Youshan returned home in high spirits, intending to ease the tense relationship with his sons, and finally beat the two sons to the point of howling like ghosts and wolves, then changed his clothes, and went out to spend time and drink in a refreshed manner.

Bai Zuohan took over a series of city sculpture projects, which are a whole piece of relief on the roundabout in the new industrial zone. About 3000 million yuan was allocated for municipal construction. Generally speaking, the profit of the engineering team is around [-]%. Bai Zuohan himself doesn't think so about Fei Que who is jealous, he sits on a bamboo chair by the threshold of Gongcifang with his legs crossed, holding a plate of mulberries washed by Yang Xiaokong in his hand, complaining while eating: "Your brain is sick, The weather is so hot, make a fart city sculpture!"

"Your studio is air-conditioned, what are you afraid of?" Wei Nanhe sat on the threshold facing the light. On the small desk were palm-sized white glaze dishes and assorted saucers. He hadn't painted ancient colors for a while, so he used them first. Practice on the white plate and draw some rough sketches.

"It takes physical effort, buddy!" Bai Zuohan picked up a small white saucer and waved it in front of Wei Nanhe's eyes: "You do such elegant work, how do you know the hard work of us laborers? Clay sculptures can be placed in an air-conditioned room, What about turning over the plaster? What about turning over the big vat of mud? What about the construction site supervisor? After this project is completed, three layers of skin can be peeled off!"

"Turn over a big pot of mud?" Wei Nanhe put aside the small white plate he had just painted, picked up another one, sketched a pattern with raw materials, and asked casually, "Why don't you turn over the fiberglass? It's so convenient to shape it at one time."

"Investors can do whatever they want. I don't know that fiberglass saves trouble? However, I really don't have much experience in turning large vats of mud." Bai Zuohan played with the smooth white glaze dish, stretched his neck and glanced at Zhuang Bitang , "Bai Weiyu and Yang Xiaokong's clay sculpture skills are good, I borrowed it from Mr. Cao?"

"What do you want to borrow?" Wei Nanhe laughed: "The summer vacation is coming soon. When Bai Weiyu's painting is finished, Mr. Cao will go to Australia. How can he manage those two bastards? Bai Weiyu, just give him enough money, As for Yang Xiaokong, as soon as you make a sound, he will immediately come to back you up."

"It's so ugly, I didn't do anything to Yang Xiaokong." Bai Zuohan coughed unnaturally, squinting at Wei Nanhe: "Unlike a certain professor, even a teenager can do it."

Wei Nanhe felt that he had no face to judge Bai Zuohan, so he changed the subject and said: "The large vat of mud relief is easily deformed when fired in batches. You are using Duyoushan's gas kiln, right? Be careful, don't put his high temperature The boards burned down."

Bai Zuohan threw a mulberry into his mouth, and replied, "I'll compensate him if it burns down."

"Half of the kiln has collapsed, and you have to redo it. Why don't you cut it into smaller pieces, [-] centimeters each, and put them together after firing." The faces of the characters on the small white plate are only the size of soybeans. Wei Nanhe shakes the liner, Gently lift the tip of the pen and draw the delicate facial features with just a few strokes.

"Well, in short, make the clay sculpture first and turn out the plaster mold, and then we'll talk about other techniques." Bai Zuohan held up the white plate and pointed it at the sun: "Oh, this plate has good light transmission."

"Nonsense." Wei Nanhe didn't raise his head, "Asheng's family has been repairing bricks for generations. In our city, he is the number two thin body porcelain. No one dares to be the number one."

"How do you look like a hooligan in these delicate tasks?" Bai Zuohan put the small white disc back in its original place, "But a gentle person like me has to do rough work like sculpture?"

Professor Wei, who looked like a hooligan, immediately retorted: "I'm sorry, I'm as good as you look, you're dressed like a beast, and your realm is much higher."

Bai Zuohan argued, "Ha, I didn't say you're a hooligan, I meant that Ah Sheng."

The two were sarcasm one after another, Yang Xiaokong ran over cheerfully, whispered into Bai Zuohan's ear, "Professor Bai, I packed the leftover meals and put them in your car, take them home with you." Feed the pigs."

Bai Zuohan smiled and expressed his praise: "Thank you."

Wei Nanhe poked his head over and asked doubtfully, "What did you say?"

Bai Zuohan pushed him away with a wave of his hand, and said seriously: "Go, go, don't listen to the matter between the two of us."

Wei Nanhe trembled for a while: "Disgusting..."

Yang Xiaokong said: What about the two of us?Isn't it just a matter of a pig?

Bai Zuohan ate the sweet and sour mulberries, feeling very happy, "Xiao Kong, where did you buy this?"

"Accompanies Xiao Qi to go to the mountain to pick them in the morning." Yang Xiaokong answered truthfully.

"Oh, did your daughter-in-law go crazy after the exam?" Bai Zuohan looked at Wei Nanhe, "How did the exam go?"

Wei Nanhe concentrated on sketching the details, and said angrily, "Ask him."

Yang Xiaokong interrupted: "Brother Wei asked the principal to arrange a special recruitment spot. When the results come out, as long as all subjects are passed, it should not be a big problem."

"It seems that you paid a lot of money." Bai Zuohan teased, "Is the kid happy?"

Yang Xiaokong secretly glanced at Wei Nanhe, thoughtfully said: "He's not happy at all, Senior Brother Wei filled out the volunteer for him, he was bored for a few days, even Senior Brother Wei ignored him."

Bai Zuohan laughed loudly: "Kids just love to play!"

Wei Nanhe remained expressionless: "Xiaokong, see off the guests."

Bai Zuohan stood up and pushed him, "Don't be angry, what about the kid? I'll help you persuade him."

"Don't bother you." Wei Nanhe applied glass white after hooking the line, and then applied the color materials on top of each other, "Bai Weiyu took him to play video games."

"How old are electric things? Thanks to you, the child is still living in the 80s." Bai Zuohan stretched, and suddenly became interested in Wei Nanhe's work: "Let me draw two strokes. "

Wei Nanhe sneered: "You won't."

"I don't know how to paint flat?" Bai Zuohan almost choked on his own saliva.

"I told you that you can't do it anymore," Wei Nanhe had no choice but to pass the pen to Bai Zuohan, "The nib of the pen hangs in the air, so you can't touch the glaze."

Coloring is not a simple flat painting. You have to shake the color material to the tip of the pen first. The tip of the pen cannot touch the glaze of the small dish from the beginning to the end. While maintaining the thickness of the color material, because the color material is fluid, it must be controlled within the range of the drawn line, and it cannot be out of line.

Bai Zuohan only applied a few strokes, rubbed the paint and glass white with one hand, picked up a mulberry and put it in his mouth, "It doesn't matter if the tip of the pen touches the plate."

"I can't see it now, there will be strokes after firing." Wei Nanhe patted the ashes in his hands, "Your hands are all glass white, don't eat anything."

Bai Zuohan ate another one indifferently: "It's okay, you won't get sick if you don't do anything clean."

Wei Nanhe said leisurely: "Glass white, there is another common name..."

Bai Zuohan ate the mulberry in his mouth, "What?"

"Arsenic." Bai Zuohan's mouth twitched.

Wei Nanhe comforted: "Don't worry, the amount is not too much, you won't die."

Bai Zuohan burst into tears: "Wei Nanhe, you poisoned me! I know, there must be only one full professor in the next Academy of Fine Arts, you, you, you..."

Wei Nanhe lit a cigarette: "Crazy."

Yang Xiaokong wiped his sweat: "Professor Bai, you think too much..."

In the evening, Bai Weiyu returned to Gongcifang with Le Zhengqi on his back. The black cat was stuffed into Le Zhengqi's cross-body bag, meowing, meowing and screaming. Finally, a small gap was squeezed to expose its nose, and it screamed even louder. It was loud, and the sound of the two and the cat was heard from a long distance away, and it was very joyous to fight and fight.

Wei Nanhe coughed heavily, stabbed Bai Weiyu several times with his eyes, and Bai Weiyu tactfully put Le Zhengqi down.

Wei Nanhe strode over, pulled Le Zhengqi close, smelled his face, but he didn't smell the paste, and then he touched the child's head with peace of mind, "It's so hot, go wash your hands, drink some water."

Le Zhengqi put his hands in his trouser pockets, gave him a white look, went up the steps without saying a word, saw Bai Zuohan, and said hello, "Hello, Uncle Bai."

Bai Zuohan's heart, as fragile as glass, shattered: "He actually called me uncle..."

Yang Xiaokong comforted him: "Professor Bai, he is trying to provoke Brother Wei, so don't take it to heart."

Wei Nanhe thought angrily: Yang Xiaokong, can you stop being so sharp?

Bai Weiyu smirked a few times, but seeing Senior Brother Wei's unsightly expression, he scratched his head resentfully, turned around and turned back to make up Bitang.

— end of book —

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