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The heavy and majestic acid silk wood table was still placed in the main hall of my hometown. Regarding the origin of several tables, my friend has done research separately, so it is not convenient to go into details here. However, there is a yellowed old photo spread out on the table. This is a secret that I have painstakingly explored. The photo showed a big tree that blocked out the sky and the sun. Under the tree stood a rather handsome old-style woman, and there was actually a cart with sundries beside her. On the left side of the table, my grandfather sat on a chair with half-closed eyes, smoking a dry cigarette, like a breathing sculpture - a thin face full of lines, a rigid body, and his whole body was full of vicissitudes of life. With my grandfather's usual silent character, I am very worried that bringing Miss Zhang back today will be another fruitless visit.