Then I saw the shadow of a tree in the upper left corner of the floor, with few branches and leaves, like the skeleton of an umbrella that had been stripped of an oilcloth. Strangely enough, there was a shadow of a tree on the ground, but there was no tree next to the shadow.

The old farmer obviously saw the shadow of the tree, was startled, turned his head sideways and asked his son in a panic: "That, that, isn't that the jujube tree that our family originally planted?" I was born with it, and I remember its shadow! ”

The old farmer's son was suddenly at a loss, looked at the shadow on the ground, looked at his father, and then looked at his grandfather with a solemn gaze, coughed, and said, "I'll see."

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