Don't Get Too Close to Me
by Wang Yi
About This Novel
It's foggy again. Whenever it was foggy, my mother would always mutter in front of me: "Your father would always say at this time, I'm going to get some air." I didn't know what my father meant by "breathe", and I didn't understand the word until I went to school. But what puzzles me is that Zhouzhuang is so big that my father can't even breathe. I really don't know how he could hold back so much, because instead of going out of the house to get some air, his father walked out of Zhouzhuang alone along the village road and went to get some air outside the mist-shrouded village. It seems that the fog in the village is not very big, the air is humid, and even the ground is covered with a layer of moisture. This moisture often makes me have the illusion that the dirt road does not look so hard, but it is hard to step on. The fog is not thick, just wisps, thick or light, like a hanging veil, rising and falling under the caress of the wind.
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