
The 1974 Case
by Sha Yurong
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Xie Lan knew he was lost. The road under my feet was as winding as an earthworm, crawling into the distant crop fields. Several tall trees are scattered irregularly on the slope. Waves of hot wind hit our face one after another, carrying the aroma of ripe wheat, the greenness of weeds, and all kinds of strange flavors. These are all good, but the surroundings are quiet. Not even the students can be seen, let alone the classmates. Only the cicadas on the trees were screaming desperately. The monotony seemed to come from ancient times, and the noise was almost silent. Xie Lan stood under a sycamore tree. The dense canopy blocked the midday sun, leaving only a few tiny spots of light. She squinted to avoid the swaying light spots and looked around anxiously. A shadow flashed out from behind an old locust tree in front. It was a stocky boy. He had a straw basket on his shoulder and a sickle in his hand. His short hair was as messy as a bird's nest.
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