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"Little swallow! ! ! Swallow it! ! ! Where are you! ! "

Wei Zi knocked over the tea set in the room in panic and ran out of the room with red eyes.

"Wei Zi, what's the matter? Where's the swallow? " Erkang rushed over and held the weak crape myrtle.

"No ... don't ..." Wei Zi cried and threw himself into Erkang's arms, clutching a thick stack of paper.

Sang Ni and Xiao Jian heard it.

"Wei Zi! What are you yelling about? Where is the swallow? ! Xiao Jian raised his voice when he saw that the room was empty.

The sunshine gently soothed Wei Zi.

"Wei Zi, take your time. Where did the swallow go?"

"I don't know ..." Wei Zi slowly picked up the rice paper in her hand. "This is all she left."

Xiao Jian grabbed the rice paper and unfolded it immediately, only to see one ink painting after another appeared on the paper.

"What does this mean?" Xiao Jian said.

"Xiao Jian, don't worry, I'm afraid it was painted by a swallow. Wei Zi is the only one who can understand the swallow painting. "

Wei Zi nodded tearfully, stood up slowly from Erkang's arms and took the rice paper.

Trembling, she read, "Who's full of worries? Swallows fly alone. It's sad to slip into the palace and sink into the mud. Flowers like sunny days, but swallows don't wait for empty doors. Flowers see each other's letters, and they have been scattered all over the world since then. "

Third National People's Congress ...