If the Cicada Lives to the Eighth Day
by Chang Fang
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Now, a question that is becoming more and more vague to me is: is it a dog named Tully who is lost, or a man named Gu Licheng who is lost. Was it me who was looking for a dog named Tully, or was a dog named Tully who was looking for me? I pushed the old car away a little, squatted down, opened my arms and hugged the wall, just like I hugged Tully, and pressed my face against a stone. I thought I heard Tully whine. When I turned back to look for Tully, I suddenly remembered that when we stood here and looked at the scene on the street, the bright sunlight came over and shone on Tully and me. Those sunlight would definitely print our shadows on the wall. The shadow of Tully's head is often printed on the stone facing my face. Her eyes would follow the movement of pedestrians or vehicles on the street, and the shadows printed on the wall would move accordingly.
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