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Yan Laoba stood in his apple orchard, staring at the spring that no longer flowed with eyes like a dead sheep. The sun shone brightly under the mountain screen, and his head drooped along with the apple leaves. The cicada didn't seem to know how to feel sad. It grinned, flapped its sensational wings, and screamed desperately. He picked up a stone on the ground and hit it hard on the fruit tree where the cicadas were noisy, "Fuck you, I'll make you howl!" The cicadas flew around like their heads were covered, and the rebounded stone happened to hit Zhu Houqiu who was squatting under the fruit tree to urinate. "I'm really angry. As soon as I peeed, the land guy licked it all up." Zhu Houqiu and Yan Laoba chatted. When her own Zhuanzhu came back and said that the spring on Yanlao Bashu Mountain was no longer filled with water, she put down her work and trotted over.
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