Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his father's frozen body, he wept uncontrollably.,"Hey, Luochin, please give me a call when you arrive so my mom and I can pick you up at the station.",And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew with just one glance that it was a fake. The old man was actually treating it with such care and affection, as if he had gotten hold of an authentic masterpiece.。
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