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I was sleeping when, in a hazy state, I heard a boy's shrill scream, calling my name - "Huai'an", yes, and it was also my nickname. I opened my eyes and saw an apple branch leaning toward me outside the window. "Huai'an, hurry up!" The boy's voice was short and urgent, with a tone of fear. "Your chickens were killed." His words suddenly dispelled the slightest bit of sleepiness that was still lingering on me. I jumped out of bed and ran out of the inner room with my white sneakers on and opened the door. The boy who called me was standing at the door, wearing his brother's old clothes, an exaggerated dark brown suit that was long in the front and short in the back. He was dressed very funny, clearly funny, like a naughty monkey wearing the "official robes" of past dynasties. Xiwen was my first friend after my family moved from a small town to the county town. His appearance is not old, standing like a drop of clear water at the door.
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