The boy staggered to his feet and hurriedly picked up the things that had fallen to the ground and put them into the bamboo basket. However, he did not leave immediately but stood there awkwardly.
He looked up at the richly dressed young man in front of him, and at the damaged calligraphy and painting in the latter's hand, his eyes filled with panic.
He then glanced at the crowd of onlookers, not daring to utter a single word. He could only stand there blankly, his hands unconsciously clenching the hem of his clothes, and fine beads of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead.
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