Still Waiting for My Daughter to Spend Time
by Stony Ground
About This Novel
The streets in Lincun are unconventional, with twists and turns as if they are reserved for drunkards. You can drive by safely and get your driver's license directly. The trendy culture cannot impact here, and rushing in with all the strength will be regarded as ignorance. The villagers guard the tradition unswervingly. Time passes, and the years are ruthless. For generations, generations have guarded one-third of an acre of land, experienced the joys and sorrows brought about by harvests and disasters, and tasted the ups and downs of life. After surviving, the mass grave at the head of the village is the only destination. Every time funerals are held late at night, without cannons or whistles, they are buried secretly, which is inconsistent with the cremation policy.
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