When Yan Daguo came over with the large umbrella and saw Yan Junze, he looked utterly baffled.
The wind was gentle, and the moon shone brightly, casting its silvery glow. It wasn't pouring rain, so why were you hiding under the tree like you were avoiding it?
"Dad, give me the umbrella." With a flattering smile on his face, Yan Junze took the umbrella from Yan Daguo's hand, opened it but didn't hurry out from under the tree.
Instead, he first made sure to completely conceal himself under the umbrella and then carefully and slowly moved his body, ensuring that his silhouette was not exposed to the moonlight and therefore not forming a reflection.
A man with an umbrella walked out.
Yan Junze's figure was completely hidden by the large umbrella; the moonlight poured on its surface, unable to cast his shadow.
Perfect!
Seeing his son suddenly sporting a foolish grin, Yan Daguo felt an impulse to slap him at that moment.