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In the early summer of that year, when all the bright red and purple flowers that bloomed in spring had withered, the cuckoo's crow called summer. The roads were lined with green trees, and no birds could be seen among the dense branches and leaves. The wheat was also growing day and night. The roads were full of green and looked very vivid. Xia Yiran was nineteen years old that year and was doing pretty well in her studies. She was a senior in high school at Guang'an No. 1 Middle School, the best school in their county. Because her parents were at work and her younger brother was only eight years old, she did not live in school, so the responsibility of cooking at home was left to Yiran. Today is a special day because my family is not rich and the school...