When Mr. An was twelve years old, he rescued a wild fox on Yuyang Mountain.
Five years later, the fox came to him and said it liked him.
At that time Mr. An was studying under the window. The desk is old and worn, and bees are buzzing around the azalea in the tea cup. There are pale clouds in the distance, and green silk threads are floating under the eaves, as misty as smoke. The little fox stood on the windowsill with two paws raised, watching him with a pair of dark eyes.
Mr. An sighed, pushed away the book, reached out and hugged the fox, touched it, and wiped its wet fur with his sleeve.
Let's go, let's go. He let go. If anyone sees you, they will kill you.
The fox jumped to the window, looked back at him, jumped up on the fence, and looked back at him.
The man kept waving his hands to let it go.
The cook screamed, took the poker and rushed out of the house.
It jumped three times and two times and disappeared.
Disappeared in the spring rain as soft as silk, at the end of heaven and earth.
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